Log Search Results

  A fine Indian-summer afternoon. There is much gossamer on the button-bushes, now bare of leaves, and on the sere meadow-grass, looking toward the sun, in countless parallel lines, like the ropes which connect the masts of a vessel . . .

  As I stood looking at Emerson’s bound under the railroad embankment, I heard a smart tche-day-dayday close to my car, and, looking up, saw four of these birds, which had come to scrape acquaintance Nvith me, hopping amid the alders within three and four feet of me. I had heard them further off at first, and they had followed me along the hedge. They day-day‘d and lisped their faint notes alternately . . .

  Methinks the reflections are never purer and more distinct than now at the season of the fall of the leaf, just before the cool twilight has come, when the air has a finer grain. Just as our mental reflections are more distinct at this season of the year, when the evenings grow cool and lengthen and our winter evenings with their brighter fires may, be said to begin . . .

  P.M.—To Gowing’s Swamp.

  The water standing over the road at Moore’s Swamp, I see the sand spotted black with many thousands of little snails with a shell, and two feelers out, slowly dragging themselves over the bottom. They reminded me by their color, number, and form of the young tadpoles . . .

  It is an interesting inquiry what determines which species of these shall grow on a given tract. It is evident that the soil determines this to some extent . . .

  It is well known that the chestnut timber of this vicinity has rapidly disappeared within fifteen years, having been used for railroad sleepers, for rails, and for planks, so that there is danger that this part of our forest will become extinct . . .

  As the wise is not anxious that time wait for him, neither does lie wait for it (Journal, 1:92).

  The Ladies have concluded to pay you your dues, and take the remaining addresses* at once. Your bill has been mislaid and they may be mistaken in the amount. I noticed what seemed to me one error in the false correction (in the bill) of what was apparently the original & correct charge,—adding your 4 cents per copy to the 52 which Mr Emerson took. These of course were no more than the author usually takes, and properly speaking, were not left on sale. If they are not mistaken whole amount  = 16.96
False charge  =  2.08
14.88 Will you adjust this, and forward the remaining copies by express.Yrs respecly
Henry D Thoreau
agent for the Society

P.S. They are willing you should keep 25 copies on the original terms.