Climbed the hill behind Mr. Addison Brown’s. The leaves of the Tiarella cordifolia very abundant in the woods . . .

  P.M.—Up the bank of the Connecticut to West River, up that to a brook, and up that nearly to hospital.

  The Connecticut, though unusually high (several feet more than usual), looks low, there being four or five or six rods of bare gravel on each side, and the bushes and weeds covered with clayey soil from a freshet. Not a boat to be seen on it. The Concord is worth a hundred of it for my purposes . . .