Thoreau writes in his journal:
P.M.—Paddle to Puffer’s and thence walk to Ledum Swamp and Conant’s Wood . . . Where we landed in front of Puffer’s, found a jug which the haymakers had left in the bushes . . . The ledum smells like a bee,—that peculiar scent they have. C., [William Ellery Channing] too, perceives it . . .
