Ossefee Thursday July 24 We did nothing I note in the afternoon but in the after noon we (Alfred, Norman and I) went up to Danhole Pond. We parked at a meadow below the junction of the roads below the One ass started for the mountain-top where the Herons used to nest. As we did not start from the site of the old millyard, we did not strike the old logging road, but we had no difficulty in finding our way up through the woods to the summit. Here the general contours looked natural but the woods where the Herons used to have been seen. Near the summit was a burn where the ground was covered with raspberries, and near the herons had trampled down many paths in eating the berries. They had also dug up some old squirrel caches, as I had torn the back from stumps in this search for nuts. On the summit which was nearly clear white flumes, at which had accidentally been a pasture