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  I notice where a musquash has lately swam under this thin ice, breaking it here and there, and his course for many rods is betrayed by a continuous row of numerous white bubbles as big as a ninepence under the ice. J. Farmer tells me that he once saw a musquash rest three or four minutes under the ice with his nose against the ice in a bubble of air about an inch in diameter, and he thinks that they can draw air through the ice, and that one could swim across Nagog Pond under the ice . . .

  P.M.—I see many caterpillars on the ice still, and those glow-worm-like ones . . .

  C. [William Ellery Channing] says that he followed the track of a fox all yesterday afternoon, though with some difficulty, and then lost it at twilight. I suggested that he should begin next day where he had left off, and that following it, up thus for many days he might catch him at last . . .

  Minott says that a hound which pursues a fox by scent cannot tell which way he is going; that the fox is very cunning and will often return on its track over which the dog had already run . . .

  1 P.M.—Lee’s Bridge, via Conantum; return by Clematis Brook . . .

  The Chenopodium hybridum (?); at least its leaves are dark-green, rhomboidal, and heart-shaped. The orchis and spikenard at Azalea Brook are not yet open. The early roses are now about done, – the sweetbriar quite, I think . I see sometimes houstonias still. The elodea out. Bochmeria not yet. On one account, at least, I enjoy walking in the fields less at this season than at any other; there are so many men in the fields haying now.

  It was almost impossible to pursue any work out-of doors yesterday. There were but few men to be seen out. You were prompted often, if working in the sun, to step into the shade to avoid a sunstroke . . .

  At a mile and a half north of Bangor, passed the spot, at Treat’s Falls, where the first settler and fur trader, one Treat, lived . . .