Thoreau writes in his journal:
This month, it must be 85° at 2 P.M. and still to make hot weather. 80° with wind is quite comfortable . . .
Farmer said yesterday that he thought foxes did not live so much in the depth of the woods as on open hillsides, where they lay out and overlooked the operations of men,—studied their ways,—which made them so cunning . . .