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20 October 1857. Concord, Mass.

Thoreau writes in his journal:

  What a wild and rich domain that Easterbrooks Country! Not a cultivated, hardly a cultivatable field in it, and yet it delights all natural persons, and feeds more still. Such great rocky and moist tracts, which daunt the farmer, are reckoned as unimproved land, and therefore worth but little; but think of the miles of huckleberries, and of barberries, and of wild apples . . .
(Journal, 10:108-113)
20 October 1858. Concord, Mass.

Thoreau writes in his journal:

  P.M.—To White Pond.

  Another remarkably warm and pleasant day, if not too hot for walking; 74º at 2 P.M. . . .

  W. W. introduces me to his brother in the road. The latter was not only a better-dressed but a higher-cultured man than the other, yet looking remarkably like him,—his brother! . . .

(Journal, 11:228-233)
20 October 1859. Concord, Mass.

Thoreau writes in his journal:

  P.M.—To Ripple Lake.

  Dug some artichokes behind Alcott’s, the largest about one inch in diameter. Now apparently is the time to begin to dig them, the plant being considerably frost-bitten. Tried two or three roots. The main root ran clown straight about six inches and then terminated abruptly . . .

(Journal, 12:410-411)
20 October 1860. Concord, Mass.

Thoreau writes in his journal:

  E. Hosmer tells me to-day that while digging mud at the Pokelogan the other day he found several fresh acorns planted an inch or two deep under the grass just outside the oaks and bushes there . . .

  P.M.—To Walden Woods to examine old stumps . . .

(Journal, 14:155-161)
20 September 1838. Concord, Mass.

Thoreau writes in his journal:

  It is a luxury to muse by a wall-side in the sunshine of a September afternoon,—to cuddle down under a gray stone, and harken to the siren song of the cricket (Journal, 1:59).
20 September 1841. Concord, Mass.

Thoreau writes in his journal:

  Visited Sampson Wilder of Bolton. His method of setting out peach trees is as follows:—

  Dig a hole six feet square and two deep, and remove the earth; cover the bottom to the depth of six inches with lime and ashes in equal proportions, and upon this spread another layer of equal thickness, of horn parings, tips of horns, bones, and the like, then fill up with a compost of sod and strong animal manure, say four bushels of hog manure to a cartload of sod. Cover the tree – which should be budded at two years old—but slightly, and at the end of two years dig a trench round it three feet from the tree and six inches deep, and fill it with lime and ashes.

For grapes:—

  Let your trench be twelve feet wide and four deep, cover the bottom with paving-stones six inches, then old bricks with mortar attached or loose six inches more, then beef-bones, horns, etc., six more (Captain Bobadil), then a compost similar to the preceding. Set your roots one foot from the north side, the trench running east and west, and bury eight feet of the vine crosswise the trench, not more than eight inches below the surface. Cut it down for three or four years, that root may accumulate, and then train it from the sun up an inclined plane.

(Journal, 1:286)
20 September 1851. Concord, Mass.

Thoreau writes in his journals:

  3 P.M.—To Cliffs via Bear Hill . . . I scare up the great bittern in meadow by the Heywood Brook near the ivy . . . The dogwood, or poison sumach, by Hubbard’s meadow is also turned reddish . . . There is a rod wide of bare shore beneath the Cliff Hill . . . Butter-and-eggs on Fair Haven.
(Journal, 3:5-6)
20 September 1852. Concord, Mass.

Thoreau writes in his journal:

  On Heywood’s Peak by Walden.—The surface is not perfectly smooth, on account of the zephyr, and the reflections of the woods are a little indistinct and blurred. How soothing to sit on a stump on this height, overlooking the pond, and study the dimpling circles which are incessantly inscribed and again erased on the smooth and otherwise invisible surface, amid the reflected skies! The reflected sky is of a deeper blue. How beautiful that over this vast expanse there can be no disturbance, but it is thus at once gently smoothed away and assuaged, as, when a vase of water is jarred, the trembling circles seek the shore and all is smooth again! . . .
(Journal, 4:357-358)
20 September 1853. Maine.

Thoreau writes in his journal:

  About Hinckley’s camp I saw Fringilla hyemalis; also a bird a little smaller, maybe, brownish and yellowish, with some white tail-feathers, which I think makes the tull-lull sound, hopping on the wood-pile. Is not this the myrtle-bird? Their note interested me because I formerly had many a chase in a spring morning in the direction of this sound, in vain, to identify the bird. The lumberers said it came round the camps, and they gave it a vulgar name. Also, about the carry, a chubbv sparrow with dark-brown or black stripes on the head. Saw a large and new woodpecker, probably the red-headed, making a noise like the pigeon woodpecker . . .
(Journal, 5:426-427)
20 September 1854. Concord, Mass.

Thoreau writes in his journal:

  Windy rain-storm last night (Journal, 7:47).

New York, N.Y. The New-York Daily Tribune includes Thoreau in a list of lecturers available for the upcoming season.


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