The best show of lilies is on the west side of the bay, in Cyrus Hosmer’s meadow, above the willow-row. Many of them are not open at 10 o’clock A.M . . .

  Landed at Fair Haven Pond to smell the Aster macrophyllus . . .

  We ate our dinner on the hill by Rice’s . . .

  While bathing at Rice’s landing, I noticed under my arm, amid potamogeton, a little pickerel between two and two and a half and three inches long, with a little silvery minnow about one inch long in his mouth . . .