The mole cricket creaks along the shore. Meadow-haying on all hands. To Tarbell Hill again with the Emersons, a-berrying. Very few berries this year. Elecampane, apparently several days.
River is risen and fuller, and the weeds at bathing-place washed away somewhat.
Fall to them. Dana says a sprit is the diagonal boom or gaff, and hence a spritsail. Middle of huckleberrying. I hear of some young barn swallows in the nest still in R. Rice's barn, Sudbury. Scare up a pack of grouse.