a far-away other-age appearance.
                                                                         Thurs. June 30 –
     It is difficult to separate actual boyhood impressions from the visions called up by the stories I read as a boy.  Thus, I am never quite sure whether some of the memories of woodland rambles in luxuriant late June and early July are actually mine or those of Bevis and Mark.
                                                                          Friday, July 8 –
     A notice in times, that Kenneth Grahame had died. -  it occupies my mind at my waking moments all night – This morning thinking of his “Wind in the Willows” and the delight it gave me when I was a youth.  I arose early and walked east to the dam.  The early morning wind was there, but how much water has gone under the bridge since I first dreamed of misty wind thru early morning willows –
                                                                       Saturday July 9 -
     Reading in my journal of June and July 1915 – The rhapsodic utterings of that period expressive of my pure unattached joy in a marvelous world, fills me now with unutterable sadness and longing – almost of terror.  Could I but once again walk in those lush meadows of wonder.
                                                                Saturday, July 16 – 1932
     For walk southeast ofHamburg–
     Down abandoned railroad bed, which someone has fenced in for a section as part of a bridle path for riding -  before I had left thevillageofHamburgthe intense moist heat almost discouraged me and I felt half inclined to return home-
     Where the woods comes close to the trail, a swarm of stinging flies attack my head – Beyond the enclosed area I felt easier, and more in open country – the road-bed over grown, with tall white-sweet-clover; the roar of