Thoreau writes in his journal:
To what I will call Yellow Birch Swamp, E. [Ebenezer] Hubbard’s, in north part of town . . . At Pratt’s, the stupendous, boughy, branching elm, like vast thunderbolts stereotyped upon the sky.
Cohasset, Mass. Ellen Sewall writes to her aunt Prudence Ward:
What is Henry’s hobby now? There are no Lyceum Lectures here this winter (transcript in The Thoreau Society Archives at the Thoreau Institute at Walden Woods; MS, private owner).
