Thoreau writes in his journal:
P.M.—To White Pond . . .
See what must be a solitary tattler feeding by the water’s edge, and it has tracked the mud all about . . .
Take perhaps our last bath in White Pond for the year . . .
Thoreau writes in his journal:
P.M.—To White Pond . . .
See what must be a solitary tattler feeding by the water’s edge, and it has tracked the mud all about . . .
Take perhaps our last bath in White Pond for the year . . .