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  Inula out (how long?), roadside just beyond Garfield’s. Spikenard berries near Corner Spring just begin to turn . . . Pennyroyal in prime on Conantum. Aster corymbosus pretty plainly (a day or two) in the Miles Swamp or arboretum . . .

  In crossing the meadow to the Jenkins Spring at noon, I was surprised to find that the dew was not off the deep meadow-grass, but I wet the legs of my pants through . . . As I return down-stream, I see the haymakers now raking with hand or horse rakes into long rows or loading, one on the load placing it and treading it down, while others fork it up to him; and other are gleaning with rakes after the forkers . . .

  They are all gone; yet Fay saw them there last night after we passed. Probably they started very early. I asked Minott if he ever saw swallows migrating, not telling him what I had seen . . .

  As I was paddling back at 6 A.M., saw, nearly half a mile off, a blue heron standing erect on the topmost twig of the great buttonwood on the street in front of Mr. Prichard’s house . . .

  8 P.M.—On river to see swallows . . .

  Choke-cherries near House-leek Rock begin to be ripe, though still red. They are scarcely edible, but their beauty atones for it. See those handsome racemes of ten or twelve cherries each, dark glossy red, semitransparent. You love them not the less because they are not quite palatable . . .

  The best show of lilies is on the west side of the bay, in Cyrus Hosmer’s meadow, above the willow-row. Many of them are not open at 10 o’clock A.M . . .

  Landed at Fair Haven Pond to smell the Aster macrophyllus . . .

  We ate our dinner on the hill by Rice’s . . .

  While bathing at Rice’s landing, I noticed under my arm, amid potamogeton, a little pickerel between two and two and a half and three inches long, with a little silvery minnow about one inch long in his mouth . . .

  We heard the voices of many berry-pickers and visitors to the summit, but neither this nor the camp we built afterward was seen by any one. P.M.—Walked to the wild swamp at the northeast spur . . .

  Returned over the top at 5 P. M., after the visitors, men and women, had descended, and so to camp.