Thoreau writes in his journal:
As we paddle up the Assabet we hear the wood turtles—the first I have noticed—and painted turtles rustling down the bank into the water, and see where they have travelled over the sand and the mud . . .
Thoreau writes in his journal:
As we paddle up the Assabet we hear the wood turtles—the first I have noticed—and painted turtles rustling down the bank into the water, and see where they have travelled over the sand and the mud . . .