I see Mrs. Riordan and her little boy coming out of the woods with their bundles of fagots on their backs . . .

  Therien tells me, when I ask if he has seen or heard any large birds lately, that he heard a cock crow this morning, a wild one, in the woods . . .

  Walking in E.’s [Ralph Waldo Emerson] path west of the pond . . .

  Talking with [Frank H. T.] Bellew this evening about Fourierism and communities, I said that I suspected any enterprise in which two were engaged together . . .