P.M.—To Goose Pond and Walden.
When I reached the open railroad causeway returning, there was a splendid sunset. The northwest sky at first was what you may call a lattice sky, the fair weather establishing itself first on that side in the form of a long and narrow crescent, in which the clouds, which were uninterrupted overhead, were broken into long bars parallel to the horizon . . .
Boston, Mass. Samuel Ripley Bartlett writes to Thoreau (The Writings of Henry D. Thoreau (ucsb.edu); MS, The Huntington Library, San Marino, Calif.).
