Thoreau writes in his journal:
Passed by Webster’s [Daniel Webster] place, three miles this side of the village . . .
Spent the noon on the bank of the Contoocook in the northwest corner of Concord, there a stagnant river owing to dams . . .
Reached Weare and put up at a quiet and agreeable house, without any sign or barroom . . .
New York, N.Y. The New-York Daily Tribune prints an article about an excursion to the White Mountains, which coincidentally intersects with Thoreau’s excursion:
That night of fog and rain Mr. Thoreau, the Concord Pan, spent in Tuckerman’s ravine with Judge Hoar, his companion on the Chesuncook tour, now being described in The Atlantic Monthly, two other gentlemen and a guide. I have been assured by one of the party that they woke up in the morning perfectly dry, although they had only a cotton tent for shelter. The water ran down hill under them, through the crevices of their bed of fir and spruce boughs, without dampening the highest stratum. Mr. Thoreau doubtless understands as well as any mountaineer how to make himself comfortable under such circumstances, but we could not help shivering, as we looked down the ravine the next morning and saw the banks of snow that are all but eternal, and the little black pools a mile below, beside which the party camped for four nights.
