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  Erigeron Canadensis, some time. Alisma mostly gone to seed. Tboroughwort, several days. Pentliorum, a good while. Trichostema has now for some time been springing up in the fields, giving out its aromatic scent when bruised, and I see one ready to open.

  For a morning or two I have noticed dense crowds of little tender whitish parasol toadstools, one inch or more in diameter, and two inches high or more, with simple plaited wheels, about the pump platform; first fruit of this dog-day weather . . .

  As I am going across to Bear Garden Hill, I see much white Polygala sanguinea with the red in A. Wheeler’s meadow (next to Potter’s) . . .

  As I look out through the woods westward there, I see, sleeping and gleaming through the stagnant, misty, glaucous dog-day air, i.e. blue mist, the smooth silvery surface of Fair Haven Pond. There is a singular charm about it in this setting. The surface has a dull, gleaming polish on it, though draped in this glaucous mist . . .

  P. said that his mother was a Province woman and as white as anybody. but his father a pure-blooded Indian. I saw no trace of white blood in his face, and others, who knew him well and also his father, were confident that his mother was an Indian and suggested that she was of the Quoddy tribe (belonged to New Brunswick), who are often quite light-colored . . .

  I see much eriocaulon floating, with its mass of white roots uppermost, near the shore in Goose Pond. I suspect it may have been loosened up by the musquash, which either feeds on it, or merely makes its way through its dense mats . . .

  C. [William Ellery Channing] and I, having left our boat at Rice’s Bend last night, walk to it this forenoon on our way to Saxonville . . .

  A man fishing at the Ox-Bow said without hesitation that the stone-heaps were made by the sucker, at any rate that he had seen them made by the sucker in Charles River,—the large black sucker (not the horned one). Another said that the water rose five feet above its present level at the bridge on the edge of Framingham, and showed me about the height on the stone . . .

  Mr. Bradford finds and brings to me what I judge from a plate in Loudon to be Potentilla recta of southern Europe . . .

  P.M.—Up Assabet . . .

  At mid-afternoon I am caught in another deluging rain as I stand under a maple by the shore . . .

  Now, in the still moonlight, the dark foliage stands almost stiff and dark against the sky. At 5 P. M. the river is nine and seven eighths inches above summer level . . .

  We soon went to bed after this and I dreamed of eating clams.