One could stand in it and feel sheer physical pleasure in its contact – The air is full of toad-songs and calls of various birds.  Saw a house-wren twice.
     Reading in John Muir’s A Thousand mile walk to gulf – What a rare simple nature must his have been!  His frequent reference to his Creator, his pausing to drink in the beauty of the earth, and giving thanks to God for all the beauty around him, are noble traits.  As one looks over the field today with its over-press-agented heros of pen and brush, etc. it seems as if we have fallen on dour, sterile days.
                                                                 Tues. Apr. 12, 1932
     Awaken early – decide to go to Gowanda.  Up and dressed in a hurry.  Bertha up and helps get lunch ready.  Get 7:38 bus to Buffalo.  Arrive at Erie Station only to find train had left twenty minutes before.
     To bus station at Clinton and Ellicott.  Wait for bus to Hamburg.  Driver says no bus to H.- till 10:40.  S on home, rather discouraged, and of a mind that we should have a car.  Finally decide to go to H-
     Arrive at H- a little before noon – a raw day with wind out of  west – scudding clouds  - patches of pale sunlight sweeping across the land- South thru H cross bridge, and east thru little settlement south of creek – Clouds growing denser – a blurred haze in distance, suggesting blizzard – snow commences to fall – Strike across muddy fields – the feel of cushiony soil – enter woods – old browned snow bank in first hollow but none in succeeding ones.  Snow increases – falling with a fine rattling sound on the dry leaves.  Wander thru woods, enjoying the beauty of the day.  Patch of spring-beauties – I pick a bouquet for Bertha, and wrap them up carefully.
     Leave woods and strike across fields for old rail-road bed.  Storm now is quite a blizzard – down road-bed to hills, over hills road and thence south to pine-woods –looking for a place to eat lunch.  Cross here – find a group of logs and bushes on side of woods away from wind where I eat my lunch with great enjoyment – listening to the wind roaring on all sides, tho it was calm where I sat; distances pale and feathery.
     Lunch over, northwards across the fields to road.  A perfect thistle-plant – very beautiful – East along road – almost to main road – to dense pine woods attracts and I go visit it.  A maze