Thoreau writes in his journal:
People are considerably alarmed. Some years ago a boy in Lincoln was bitten by a raccoon and died of hydrophobia. I observed to Minott to-night that I did not think that our doctors knew how to cure this disease, but he said they could cure it, he had seen a man bitten who was cured . . .
P.M.—To J. P. Brown’s pond-hole.
J. Hosmer showed me a pestle which his son had found this summer while plowing on the plain between his house and the river . . .
I dug for for frogs at Heart-leaf Pond, but found none . . .
