March 3, 1911 - March 26, 1911
Commercial notebook with lined paper
6 3/4 x 8 3/8 inches
top of the hill; on its top was a tall maple tree; under it was a flat space of ground, to which a little path led upward. West of the “Den” was an almost perpendicular mass of rock, that extend along the hill for some distance. Every time we ever came past here, we would, as it seemed from habit, go up and stand under here, and so to-day I went up and stood on the soft black earth, with the dark roof of the rock just above me, listening to the sound of the stream tumbling off its rocky bed.
After I left here, still following the stream-bed, I came to the old mine, which I ignored to-day and went on up a road that led from a little bridge low down in the hollow, up to the top of the hill. Up this road I climbed; looking down into the valley below, until I came to the top, where the road melted into a level field, along whose edge I tramped, past great piles of rounded stones, to the edge of a branch hollow, where I stopped again. The hollow here had widened greatly and was very deep; at this point too, it divided, a minor branch, leading westward ever decreasing in depth until it disappeared. Along it ran the same road on which I was, until it disappeared around the bend. The main hollow turned eastward and became deeper; the banks of the