Flints or Sandy pond our greatest
lake and inland sea, containing
197 acres lies about a mile east
of me, and a walk through the
woods thither by such paths as
the Indians used was sometimes
my recreation in the summer. It
was worth the while if only to feel
the wind blow ^ on your cheek and see the waves
run and remember the life of
mariners. I went a ^ [c?]hes [t?] nutting
there in the fall one windy day
when the nuts were dropping into
the water and were washed ashore;
and as I crept along its sedgey
shore–the fresh spray blowing
in my face, I came upon the
mouldering wreck of a boat,
the sides gone and hardly more
than the impression of its flat