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15 September 1860. Concord, Mass.

Thoreau writes in his journal:

  In morning river is three feet two and a half plus inches above summer level. 6 P.M., river is slightly higher than in morning, or at height . . .

  Looked at Mr. Davis’s museum. Miss Lydia Hosmer (the surviving maiden lady) has given him some relics which belonged to her (the Hosmer) family. A small lead or pewter sun-dial, which she told him was brought over by her ancestors and which has the date 1626 scratched on it . . .

(Journal, 14:87-88)
15? February 1839. Concord, Mass.

Ralph Waldo Emerson writes to Thoreau:

Dear Sir,

  Mrs [Lucy Jackson] Brown wishes very much to see you at her house tomorrow (Saturday) Evening to meet Mr [Amos Bronson] Alcott. If you have any leisure for the Useful Arts, L[idian] E[merson] is very desirous of your aid. Do not come at any risk of the Fine.

R. W. E.

(The Correspondence of Henry David Thoreau, 33)
16 – 18 October 1851. Concord, Mass.

Thoreau surveys for David Loring (A Catalog of Thoreau’s Surveys in the Concord Free Public Library, 9).

16 and 18 July 1859. Concord, Mass.

Thoreau writes in his journal:

  Afternoons, I sounded the Assabet as far up as the stone bridge (Journal, 12:238).
16 April 1840. Concord, Mass.

Edmund Quincy Sewall Jr. writes in his journal:

  Mr Thoreau had his land ploughed. The boys are at work fixing their gardens. They have bought them some little hoes to work with. Mrs. Thoreau is also fixing her flower garden. After school Mrs. T, Aunt, Mr H.T. and I went to Mr Alcott’s. His little girl [Anna] comes to our school she is my second cousin. I had the honor of carrying some yeast in a bottle for Mrs. A. Mr Alcott has plenty of seeds and tools as Mr Henry says.
(MS, “E. Q. Sewall Diary,” Sewall Family papers. American Antiquarian Society, Worcester, Mass.)
16 April 1841. Concord, Mass.

Thoreau writes in his journal:

  I have been inspecting my neighbors’ farms to-day and chaffering with the landholders, and I must confess I am startled to find everywhere the old system of things so grim and assured. Wherever I go the farms are run out, and there they lie, and the youth must buy old land and bring it to.
(Journal, 1:249-250)
16 April 1846. Concord, Mass.

Bronson Alcott writes in his journal:

  I went to pass the evening with a circle of my friends at Miss [Elizabeth Sherman] Hoar’s. The Conversation ran mostly on the significance of Christ as the genius of modern culture. Elizabeth Hoar agreed with me in declaring the friendly influence he was, standing in this particular in a more tender and intimate nearness to the heart of mankind than any character in life or literature. The Conversation was suggested by my asking Miss H. who were the teachers of the Nations at this time; and she mentioned Jesus, with Goethe, Carlyle, and Emerson.

  Henry Thorough [sic] thought we asserted this claim for the fair Hebrew in exaggeration; and declared against our estimate with some vehemence. I asserted his claim as a poet—the poet of the moral instinct—yet as the mythological personage now to Christendom, who had no clear perception of his ideas and actions.

(The Journals of Bronson Alcott, 175-176)
16 April 1848. Concord, Mass.

Bronson Alcott writes to Charles Lane in Ham, England:

  You appear hungry for some of our trans-atlantic “gossip.” But I am in the way of tasting little of this here in my retreat, passing for the most part studious days, meeting my daughters awhile in the morning, and enjoying an afternoons walk, with Thoreau or Channing, both of whom are occupied all their mornings in studyes also. I have seen more of them than formerly during these months, one or other passing an evening at my room once a week or sometimes oftener. Thoreau has a Book [A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers] nearly off his hands, which we think admirable . . . [Ralph Waldo] Emerson, I learn, has been at Ham, and is now at Chapman’s in London. We take a personal share in his success with your countrymen, and England is the dearer to us all on his account. The fruits will ripen in all the coming years.—Thoreau tells me your ‘Dials’ were forwarded by Munroe & Co to Chapman, and have been acknowledged by him in letters to Munroe.
(The Letters of A. Bronson Alcott, 137)
16 April 1851. Concord, Mass.

Thoreau writes in his journal on 22 April:

  The wind last Wednesday, April 16th, blew down a hundred pines on Fair Haven Hill (Journal, 2:181).
16 April 1852. Concord, Mass.

Thoreau writes in his journal:

  That large early swamp (?) willow catkin (the sterile blossom) opens on one side like a tinge of golden sunlight, the yellow anthers bursting through the down that invests the scales.

  2 P.M.—To Conantum.

  It clears up (the rain) at noon, with a rather cool wind from the northwest and flitting clouds. The ground about one third covered with snow still What variety in the trunks of oaks! flow expressive of strength are some! There is one behind Hubbard’s which expresses a sturdy strength . . .

  The water on the meadows is now quite high on account of the melting snow and the rain. It makes a lively prospect when the wind blows, where our sumner meads spread,—a tumultuous sea, a myriad waves breaking with whitecaps, like gambolling sheep, for want of other comparison in the country. Far and wide a sea of motion, schools of porpoises, lines of Virgil realized. One would think it a novel sight for inland meadows. Where the cranberry and andromeda and swamp white oak and maple grow, here is a mimic sea with its gulls. At the bottom of the sea, cranberries.

  We love to see streams colored by the earth they have flown over, as well as pure . . .

(Journal, 3:420-426)

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