Thoreau writes in his journal:
They redden all the lee shore, the water being still apparently at the same level with the 16th. This is a very pleasant and warm Indian-summer afternoon. Methinks we have not had one like it since October. 31st. This, too, is a gossamer day, though it is not
particularly calm . . .
Ralph Waldo Emerson writes to his brother William, concerning their mother’s funeral service:
