Silvery cinquefoil now begins to show itself commonly again. Perhaps it is owing to the rain, springlike, which we have in August.

  I paddle directly across the meadow, the river is so high, and land cast of the elm on the third or fourth row of potatoes. The water makes more show on the meadows than yesterday, though hardly so high . . .

  Mr. Rice says that the brook just beyond his brother Israel’s in Sudbury rises and runs out before the river, and then you will see the river running up the brook as fast as the brook ran down before.

  Apparently half the pads are now afloat, notwithstanding the depth of the water, but they are almost all white lily pads . . .