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  Aster macrophyllim Appear not to blossom generally this year.

  P.M.—To Jenny Dugan’s and Conantum.

  Saw one of those light-green locusts about three quarters of an inch long on a currant leaf in the garden. It kept up a steady shrilling (unlike the interrupted creak of the cricket), with its wings upright on its shoulders, all indistinct, they moved so fast. Near at hand it made my ears ache, it was so piercing, and was accompanied by a hum like that of a factory. The wings are transparent, with marks somewhat like a letter . . .

  N. B. Water so high I have not. seen early meadow aster lately (Journal, 9:12-13).

  I notice hard backs clothing their stems now with their erected leaves, showing the whitish under sides . . . (Journal, 11:116).

  Sunlight on pine-needles winter day. Who ever saw a partridge soar over the fields? To every creature its own nature. They are very wild; but are they scarce? or can you exterminate them for that?

  As I stand by the edge of the swamp (Ministerial), a heavy-winged hawk flies home to it at sundown, just over my head, in silence. I cross some mink or muskrat’s devious path in the snow, with mincing feet and trailing body.

  To-night, as so many nights within the year, the clouds arrange themselves in the east at sunset in long converging bars, according to the simple tactics of the sky.