Landed at path end, Great Meadows . . .

  Bathed and lunched under the oak at Tarbell’s first shore . . . It is about as cool a place as you can find, where you get the southwest breeze from over the broad meadow, for it draws through the valley behind. While sitting there, saw, some twenty-five rods up-stream, amid the pads on the south side, where we had passed, several apparently young ducks, which soon disappeared again in the meadow-grass . . .