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  A prevalent fog, though not quite so thick as the last described. It is a little more local, for it is so thin southwest of this hill that I can see the earth through it, but as thick as before northeast. Yet here and there deep valleys are excavated in it, as painters imagine the Red Sea for the passage of Pharaoh’s host, wherein trees and houses appear as it were at the bottom of the sea. What is peculiar about it is that it is the tops of the trees which you see first and most distinctly, before you see their trunks or where they stand on earth . . .

  8 A.M.—To Orchis Swamp; Well Meadow.

  Hear a goldfinch; this the second or third only, that I have heard. Whiteweed now whitens the fields. There are many star flowers. I remember the anemone, especially the rue anemone, which is not yet all gone, lasting longer than the true one above all the trientalis, and of late the yellow Bethlehem-star, and perhaps others.

  The summer aspect of the river begins perhaps when the Utricularia vulgaris is first seen on the surface, as yesterday. As I go along the railroad causeway, I see, in the cultivated grounds, a lark flashing his white tail, and showing his handsome yellow breast . . .

  7 P.M. Up Assabet.

  The tupelo’s stamens are loose and will perhaps shed pollen to-morrow or next day. It is twilight, and the river is covered with that dusty lint, as was the water next the shore at Walden this afternoon . . .

  6.30 P. M.—Up Assabet . . . (Journal, 8:372-373).

  Both kinds of sap, yellow birch and black, are now, in some bottles, quite aromatic and alike ; but this year, methinks, it has a more swampy taste and musty, and most of the bottles are merely sour.

  P.M.—To Violet Sorrel and Calla Swamp.

  A peetweet’s nest near wall by Shattuck’s barn, Merrick’s pasture, at base of a dock; four eggs just on the point of being hatched . . .

  6 P.M.—Paddle to Flint’s hedge . . .

  C. [William Ellery Channing] says that a fox stood near, watching him, in Britton’s Hollow to-day . . .