The cold,
blue aspects of sheets of water. Some of the country shops with the
doors closed; others still open as in summer. I meet a wood-sawyer, with
his horse and saw on his shoulders, returning from work. As night draws
on, you begin to see the gleaming of fires on the ceilings in the houses
which you pass. The comfortless appearance of houses at bleak and bare
spots,--you wonder how there can be any enjoyment in them. I meet a girl
in a chintz gown, with a small shawl on her shoulders, white stockings,
and summer morocco shoes,--it looks observable. Turkeys, queer, solemn
objects, in black attire, grazing about, and trying to peck the fallen
apples, which slip away from their bills.
October 16th.--Spent the whole afternoon in a ramble to the sea-shore,
near Phillips's Beach. A beautiful, warm, sunny afternoon, the very
pleasantest day, probably, that there has been in the whole course of the
year. People at work, harvesting, without their coats. Cocks, with
their squad of hens, in the grass-fields, hunting grasshoppers, chasing
them eagerly with outspread wings, appearing to take much interest in the
sport, apart from the profit.
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