[Plymouth—Sunday, 9 June 1872]
Sunday June 9. The second anniversary of the death of Dickens. The morning was not quite clear in Plymouth, but quite warm. We read & walked together, dined, wrote letters and drove—our drive around Baker River and up to see the Livermore falls was more glorious than can be described. Our driver told us how the logs come down pêll mêll in the spring and often crush the poor men who get them over the falls. It is a wild scene but very beautiful.
