Frost gives me an aster which he thinks A. concinnus of Wood; grows in woods and yet longer leaved.

  P.M.—Clearing up. I went a-botanizing by the Coldwater Path, for the most part along a steep wooded hillside on Whetstone Brook and through its interval .

  In the last heavy rain, two or three weeks since, there was a remarkable freshet on this brook, such as has not been known before, the bridge and roach carried away, the bed of the stream laid bare, a new channel being made, the interval covered with sand and gravel, and trees (buttonwood, etc.) brought down; several acres thus buried. Frost escaped from his house on a raft. I observed a stream of large bare white rocks four or five rods wide, which at first I thought had been washed down, but it seems this was the former bed of the stream . . .

  I hear that two thousand dollars’ worth of huckleberries have been sold by the town of Ashby this season . . .