taking an open space for the waters of the creek.
Tew enjoyed this evening immensely and spake of an
Indian�s life with a sort of mild, speculative envy.
29. Thursday. Roused by John Tew at 4. A. M.
he and Puckeridge en route for Pine Pond. William
Tew agreed to join them, I preferred bed. So after
a good deal of clumping about and a visit to the island to procure bait,
they went off. At a more rational, but still
early period of the morning, �Ted� Conworth passed with
a party of young folks, going �berrying� again, he
stopping to leave papers for me, thoughtfully obtained
at the Paris post-office by pretty Mrs. Hewitt, on her
yester-evening�s return. Loafed, went to the is-
land to pull up nets. After dinner walked to Paris,
to post-office, that of the �Star� newspaper, etc. Met
Hart. Returning about 7, when the shadows of
evening were falling dark and peacefully on the little
woody graveyard in which poor Sarah Conworth lies
buried, presently met her brother John, driving his cows
homewards from the little, watery declivity beyond
my host�s house, beside the road. At 10 the
fishing party returned, with no more success than
suffered to supply William and myself with a perch
breakfast on the morrow, and a three or four pound
pike � caught, ignominiously, in a cast-net. Innu-
merable cat-fish had troubled the water, so the pike
couldn�t see the bait. The husband of pretty Mrs.