Thoreau writes in his journal:
or three inches—the morning of the 18th. On the 18th it rained very considerably all day . . .
P.M.—Sail to Fair Haven Pond.
A strong northwest wind. Draw my boat over the road on a roller. Raising a stone for ballast from the south side of the railroad causeway, where it is quite sunny and warm, I find the under sides very densely covered with little ants . . .
