At 2 P. M. the river is twelve and seven eighths above summer level, higher than for a long time, on account of the rain of the 31st . . .

  As we rest in our boat under a tree, we hear from time to time the loud snap of a wood pewee’s bill overhead, which is incessantly diving to this side and that after an insect and returning to its perch on a dead twig . . .