October 16, 1783

Posted by sydney on Oct 16th, 1783

Rover find pheasants every day; but no partridges.  The air is full of gossamer.  There is fine grass in the meadows.  …”see, the fading, many-coloured woods,/Shade deepening over shade, the coutnry round,/Imbrown.” Thomson.

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