and I rejoiced that it did not matter – nothing mattered except that the only true happiness in work and life was a complete freedom from necessity – a moment of power that has marked the day for me, and given me a  new store of courage –
     Come suddenly to a wide beautiful valley – in the immediate foreground are fields of corn, oats and barley, beyond that low pastureland which is walled in by a wide-extending dense woods, full of half grain elms that were beautiful in their groupings - Exactly north I saw the twin spires of a Hamburg church, which told me where I was – I set out for it, crossing the valley and entering the woods; it extended north for perhaps a mile or over, I following a path along its western edge.  Come finally to open fields which extend strangely fenceless, to creek settlement on the south edge of Hamburg.
     To center of village where I wait a half hour in the hot sun for a bus –
                                                                   Aug. 8 – 10[1]
     To Beech Creek Pa.on sketching trip –
     As the train went southeast out of Buffalo, a long line of cumulus clouds sailing along the southern horizon of an otherwise clear sky seemed to symbolize the trip, what I was seeking for – to the southern mountains, and far away the clouds beckoned – beautiful white-topped clouds gleaming in the morning sun – Old memories stirred within me, and a thrill went thru me. After the fleeting glympse of familiar Union Road at Ebenezer, and after leaving East Aurora, the New Country began – hills commenced to appear, which gradually in size until by the time we had reached Emporium we were in the mountains – great pyramidal piles of green verdure, with haggard cloud shadows moving slowly over them.
     Arrive in Lockhaven at 2  P.M.– An hour and a quarter till train to Beech Creek – Walk around the town a little in the Italian section and on theMain St.