Thoreau writes in his journal:
P.M.—To Walden . . . Ah, our indescribable winter sky, pure and continent and clear, between emerald (?) and amber (?), such as summer never sees (Journal, 4:468)!
Thoreau writes in his journal on 21 January:
I think it was January 20th that I saw that which I think an otter track in path under the Cliffs . . . It finally turned into my old tracks and went toward the river and Fair Haven Pond (Journal, 4:474).
Concord, Mass. William Ellery Channing writes in his journal:
Most beauteous sunset, never was there such a lovely sky before, never such beauty on all around (William Ellery Channing notebooks and journals. Houghton Library, Harvard University).
