Thoreau writes in his journal:
See a large lien-haN%k sailing over Hubbard’s meadow and Clamshell, soaring at last very high and toward the north . . . (Journal, 14:61-62).
A. Bronson Alcott writes to Robert Montgomery Smith Jackson:
I hope the “Atlantic Monthly” is to speak the good word for you. Emerson will see that it does. My neighbour Hawthorne is now reading your Book admiringly: And Thoreau, who has been busty with Monadnoc, for the last ten days, tells me he shall acknowledge your gift presently.
