Thoreau writes in his journal:
3 P.M.—To Walden and Cliffs . . . Where the brickmakers got their sand I measured the tap-root of a pitch pine, five inches in diameter at the surface, which extended straight downward into pure sand . . . The Andromeda Ponds methinks look redder. I walked through one . . . I see a dogbane sickle-shaped seed-vessel which has not discounted. I open it and let the seeds fly. As I walked the railroad this springlike day, I heard from time to time the sound of stones and earth falling and rolling down the bank in the cuts . . . As I climbed the Cliff, I paused in the sun and sat on a dry rock, dreaming . . . Pulling up the johnswort on the face of the Cliff, I am surprised to see the signs of unceasing growth about the roots . . . I saw to-day the reflected sunset sky in the river, but the colors in the reflection were different from those in the sky.
Concord, Mass. William Ellery Channing writes in his journal:
Beautiful gray shade of trees on Thoreau pond over gray ice . . . The best possible summer by Thoreau’s pond. Pools of melted water on T’s pond (William Ellery Channing notebooks and journals. Houghton Library, Harvard University).
