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  3.30 P.M.—A-barberrying to Flint’s Pond . . .

  Sophia has come from Bangor and brought the Dalibarda repens, white dalibarda, a little crenate-roundedheart-shaped-leafed flower of damp woods . . .

  Diplopappus linariifolius in prime. River gone down more than I expected after the great rise, to within some eighteen inches of low-water mark, but on account a freshet. 1 have seen no Bidens Beckii nor chrysanthemuoides nor Polygonum amphibium var. aquaticum in it, nor elsewhere the myriophyllums this year. The witchhazel at Conantum just begun here and there . . .

  We find the water cold for bathing. Coming out on to the Lincoln road at Bartlett’s path, we found an abundance of haws by the roadside, just fit to eat, quite an agreeable subacid fruit. We were glad to see anything that could be eaten so abundant. They must be a supply depended on by some creatures. These bushes bear a profusion of fruit, rather crimson than scarlet when ripe . . .

  Coming home through the street in a thunder-shower at ten o’clock this night, it was exceedingly dark. I met two person within a mile, and they were obliged to call out from a rod distant lest we should run against each other. When lightning lit up the street, almost as plain as day, I saw that it was the same green light that the glow-worm emits. Has the moisture something to do with it in both cases?

  It is a wonderful day. As I look westward, this fine air—“gassy,” C. [William Ellery Channing] calls it—brings out the grain of the hills . . .

  Mr. Warren brings to me three kinds of birds which he has shot on the Great Meadows this afternoon . . .