Had for dinner a pudding made of service-berries. It was very much like a rather dry cherry pudding without the stones.

  A slight hail-storm in the afternoon.

  Euphorbia maculata.

  Our warmest night thus far this year was June 21st. It began to be cooler the 24th.

  5.30 P. M.—To Cliffs.

  Carrot by railroad. Mine apparently the Erigeron strigosus, yet sometimes tinged with purple. The tephrosia is an agreeable mixture of white, strawcolor, and rose pink; unpretending . . . A beautiful sunset about 7.30; just clouds enough in the west (we are on Fair Haven Hill); they arrange themselves about the western gate. And now the sun sinks out of sight just on the north side of Watatic, and the mountains, north and south, are at once a dark indigo blue, for they had been darkening for an hour or more. Two small clouds are left on the horizon between Watatic and Monadnock, their sierra edges all on fire. Three minutes after the sun is gone, there is a bright and memorable afterglow in his path, and a brighter and more glorious light falls on the clouds above the portal . . .