Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

flected from the white road-dust. The fields here were overrun with golden rod, usually the lance-leaved variety. Occasionally there was a thick growth of smartweed from which across the chorus of a myriad katydids, that seem to have a liking for this weed. Flying over a field to the south once I saw a kingbird worrying two hawks, a rather large task I thought for one small bird. He seemed to be holding his own tho. Close to the roadside another time I startled a small flock of quail, that whirred away across the fields. I was undoubtedly more startled than they.

Coming to the Garfield road I followed it to Pinehollow where I struck Union Street down which I went till I came to Strawn’s Lots. There I crossed and came home.

After I had washed and changed my clothes, I settled my-self in the Arbor to write, feeling much better. Frances was sitting in