Upton, Maine. 1872 June 7-9 June 7 Clear & warm. Went up on the hill about 4 posts. Post 5 G. Whittell. (2 2) x 2 & cane bidders. June 8 Rained so hard that we did not get out all day. June 9 Clear and cool. After breakfast just the skiff into the mire above the dam and paddled up to the meadows making one curve of about 100 yds. and getting thru directly at 3 1/4 M. The distance is said to be three miles but it did not least five. The "meadows" were a large natural path, perhaps a mile long and half as far across with a stream winding down through the middle: joining however into the main fair falls later the water had risen over its banks to the depth of three or four feet and as we passed out from the dark forest shaded stream into this beautiful little lake the scene was fine beyond description with towering mountains rising on all sides in the background, and the forest surface shading from the dark green and gris on their summits to the lighter green of the forests & maples growing on the outer edge. Here however as friendswhip in the wilderness the sight of old friends dispelled in part the wildness of the scene. The mellow trill of the Swamp Sparrow came out from the bushes on either shore and the loud cheerful voice of the Robin filled the echoing woods; a Marsh harrier was beating about over the submerged meadow and a large company of Night hawks were "booming" and circling about high up in the sky. Here we found on all sides a new spot