March – 25.1920
    P.M. to Bottoms sketching –
    It is the day for burning the swamps – a hot white wind out of the south; the blue smoke – wonderful music; the roar of wind in the tree tops, with call of crows, bluebirds, killdeers & blackbirds, then all at once as the fires reaches a thick pile of brush – the mighty crackling roar of flame drowns out all else.
    How the flames leap up wildly into the hot white air – how pale & ghostlike they appear in the dazzling sunlight
    At late afternoon, the fire has rushed on, leaving burning stumps on the hillside like torches - ; the rain-gloom has covered the sky with vivid flattened lights – a ?bird sings
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Note: (The “Bottoms” were low flat marshes just below “Post’s Woods”)