as if dried (for it is nearly cold enough to freeze), like the first crystals that shoot and set on water when freezing. . . . . C. says he saw yesterday the slate-colored hawk, with a white bar across tail, meadow hawk, i. e., frog hawk. Probably it finds moles and mice.
March 9, 1859. . . . . At Corner Spring Brook the water reaches up to the crossing, and stands over the ice there, the brook being open and some space each side of it. When I look from forty to fifty rods off at the yellowish water covering the ice about a foot here, it is decidedly purple (though, when I am close by and looking down on it, it is yellowish merely), while the water of the brook and channel, and a rod on each side of it, where there is no ice beneath, is a beautiful very dark blue. These colors are very distinct, the line of separation being the edge of the ice on the bottom; and this apparent juxtaposition of different kinds of water is a very singular and pleasing sight. You see a light purple flood about the color of a red grape, and a broad channel of dark purple water, as dark as a common blue-purple grape, sharply distinct across its middle.
March 10, 1852. I was reminded this morning before I rose, of those undescribed ambrosial mornings of summer which I can remember, when a thousand birds were heard gently twit-
