Thoreau writes in his journal:
Most leaves now on the water. They fell yesterday . . .
P. M.—Up Assabet, for a new mast, the old being broken in passing under a bridge.
Talked with the lame Haynes, the fisherman . . .
Thoreau writes in his journal:
Most leaves now on the water. They fell yesterday . . .
P. M.—Up Assabet, for a new mast, the old being broken in passing under a bridge.
Talked with the lame Haynes, the fisherman . . .