Thoreau writes in his journal:
A boy brings me to-day an Attacus Cecropia moth which has come out of a cocoon in his trunk . . .
Minott remembers the Rana palustris, or yellow-legged one, as “the one that stinks so,” as if that scent were peculiar to it . . .
About 9 P.M. I went to the edge of the river to hear the frogs . . .
