Observed from cars at 7.30 A.M. the dew, or fog rather, on the fine grass in meadows,—a dirty white, which, one of these mornings, will be frozen to a white frost . . . Walked from Mason Village over the mountain tops to Peterboro. Saw, sailing over Mason Village about 10 A. M., a white-headed and white-tailed eagle with black wings,—a grand sight . . .

  Went, still across lots, to Peterboro village, which we could not see from the mountain. But first we had seen the Lyndeboro Mountain, north of these two,—partly in Greenfield,—and further Crotched Mountain, and in the northeast Uncannunuc. Descended where, as usual, the forest had been burned formerly,—tall bleached masts still standing, making a very wild and agreeably [sic] scenery . . .