Thoreau writes in his journal:
I see a pout this afternoon in the Assabet, lying on the bottom near the shore, evidently diseased . . .
Edith Emerson gives me an Asclepias tuberosa from Naushon, which she thinks is now in its prime there . . .
Thoreau writes in his journal:
I see a pout this afternoon in the Assabet, lying on the bottom near the shore, evidently diseased . . .
Edith Emerson gives me an Asclepias tuberosa from Naushon, which she thinks is now in its prime there . . .