Thoreau writes in his journal:
Before I opened the window this cold morning, I heard the peep of a robin, that sound so often heard in cheerless or else rainy weather, so often heard first borne on the cutting March wind or through sleet or rain, as if its coming were premature.
P.M.—To the Hill.
The river has skimmed over again in many places. I see many crows on the hillside, with their sentinel on a tree . . .
Ticknor & Fields of Boston requests 12 more copies of Week from Thoreau (The Correspondence of Henry David Thoreau, 469).
