Thoreau writes in his journal:
P.M.—To Conantum via Clamshell Hill and meadows . . .
I go along through J. Hosmer’s meadow near the river, it is so dry. I see places where the meadow has been denuded of its surface within a few years . . .
Thoreau writes in his journal:
P.M.—To Conantum via Clamshell Hill and meadows . . .
I go along through J. Hosmer’s meadow near the river, it is so dry. I see places where the meadow has been denuded of its surface within a few years . . .