Thoreau writes in his journal:
2 P. M.—To the high open land between Bateman’s Pond and the lime-kiln. It is a still, cloudy afternoon, rather cool. As I go past Cheney’s boat-house, the river looks lighter than the sky . . . The declining sun, falling on the willows, etc., below Mrs. Ripley’s and on the water, produces a rare, soft light, such as I do not often see, a greenish yellow. The milkweed seeds are in the air. I see one in the river, which a minnow occasionally jostles. Stood near a small rabbit, hardly half grown, by the old Carlisle road . . .
8 P. M.—To Cliffs. Moon three-quarters full.
