May 2


Concord, Massachusetts.

I came to Concord last night to spend
Sunday only, my business in Cambridge and
Boston being still uncompleted. x

Early this morning there was a grand
chorus of bird voices such as we used to hear
in Cambridge before the wretched sparrows
came. Robins, sSong sSparrows, Bluebirds,
Purple Finches, Grass Finches etc. made the air
ring. About a Martin box which was put up
only yesterday several pairs of Hirundo bicolor
and one pair of Piogen purpuria held high
carnival. x

Early in the forenoon I went down to the
boathouse and spent an hour sitting on it's
sunny western wall. Red Wings singing in all
directions, a Meadow Lark whistling over by the
railroad Station, the Pewers occasionally coming
to see that their nest on a rafter inside the
boathouse still held its two rosy eggs. In the
water beneath, several species of fishes were
feeding or playing. I compared these to boats;
the red perch long, narrow, swift of movement,
resembled a steam launch; the bream, deep
broad and and yet graceful, a roomy schooner,
while a great clumsy horned perch rooted along
the bottom, recalled a mud-scow. The monsters
were of course the mud-turtles, of which there
were dozens in sight, all of the red-banded
("soldier turtle") species. One came along
past me feeding. It would raise it's head a-
bove the the water, look warily about for a moment,
then sink and walk along the bottom exploring it,