Concord, Mass. Thoreau writes in his journal:
I go to Walden via the almshouse and up the railroad . . .
Now, at 10 A.M., there blows a very strong wind from the northwest, and it grows cold apace . . .
4 P.M. – Up railroad . . .
Boston, Mass. Ralph Waldo Emerson writes to Thoreau:
It is so easy, at a distance, or when going to a distance, to ask a great favor which one would haggle at near by. I have been ridiculously hindered, and my book is not out, and I must go westward. There is one chapter yet to go to the printer; perhaps two, if I decide to send the second. I must ask you to correct the proofs of this or these chapters. I hope you can and will, if you are not going away. The printer will send you the copy with the proof; and yet, ‘t is likely you will see good cause to correct copy as well as proof. The chapter is Stonehenge, and I may not send it to the printer for a week yet, for I am very tender about the personalities in it, and of course you need not think of it till it comes. As we have been so unlucky asto overstay the market—day,—that is New Year’s—it is not important, a week or a fortnight, now.
If anything puts it out of your power to help me at this pinch, you must dig up channing out of his earths, and hold him steady to this beneficence. Send the proofs, if they come, to Phillips, Samspon &co., Winter Street.
We may well go away, if, one of these days, we shall really come home.
Yours
R.W. Emerson
