Landed and walked over Conant’s Indian rye-field, and I picked up two good arrowheads . . . Went into the woods by Holden Swamp and sat down to hear the wind roar amid the tree-tops . . .

  Hitherto it had only rained a little from time to time, but now it began suddenly in earnest. We hastily rowed across to the firm ground of Fair Haven Hillside, drew up our boat and turned it over in a twinkling on to a clump of alders covered with cat-briars . . .