Thoreau writes in his journal:
P.M.—I see two or three birds which I take to be rose-breasted grosbeaks of this year . . .
Warren Miles tells me that in mowing lately he cut in two a checkered “adder,” by his account it was the chicken snake,—and there was in its stomach a green snake, dead and partly digested, and he was surprised to find that they ate them . . .
Ralph Waldo Emerson writes to Elizabeth Hoar:
