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21 September 1857. Concord, Mass.

Thoreau writes in his journal:

  P.M.—To Carallorhiza rock and Tobacco-pipe Wood, northeast of Spruce Swamp.

  Peaches are now in their prime. Came through that thick white pine wood on the east of the spruce swamp.

  This is a very dense white pine grove, consisting of tall and slender trees which have been thinned, yet they are on an average only from three to six feet asunder. Perhaps half have been cut. It is a characteristic white pine grove, and I have seen many such . . .

(Journal, 10:37-39)
21 September 1858. Salem, Mass.

Thoreau writes in his journal:

  Go to Cape Ann.

  A.M.—Go with Russell to the rooms of the Essex Institute,—if that is the name . . .

  P.M.—Walked with Russell to Marblehead above railroad . . . (Journal, 11:170-173).

21 September 1859. Concord, Mass.

Thoreau writes in his journal:

  The farmers on all sides are digging their potatoes, so prone to their work that they do not see me going across lots. I sat near Coomb’s pigeon-place by White Pond . . . (Journal, 12:336-339).
21 September 1860. Concord, Mass.

Thoreau writes in his journal:

  See, at Reynold’s, Hungarian millet raised by Everett . . .

  P.M.—To Easterbrooks Country . . . (Journal, 14:90-91).

21? April 1840. Concord, Mass.

Ralph Waldo Emerson writes to Margaret Fuller:

  I believe I shall roll up with this, Thoreau’s paper [on Persius]. I read it through this morning & foresee that it may give you some hesitations. There is too much manner in it—as much as in Richter—& too little method, in any common sense of that word—Yet it has always a spiritual meaning even when the literal does not hold; & has so much brilliancy & life in it that in our bold bible for The Young America, I think it ought to find a place. I wish it were shorter. But the three divisions of the piece may be marked in the typography; & nobody need read it who cannot transpierce the imagery. Besides, when one article is too long, why not print a few pages more than the rubric, so that any thing material shd. not be excluded.

  There is surely time for you to send this paper back to Thoreau for any corrections: a few words I noticed, but thought I would not keep it for them.

(The Letters of Ralph Waldo Emerson, 2:287)
22 April 1840. Concord, Mass.

Thoreau writes in his journal:

  Thales was the first of the Greeks who taught that souls are immortal, and it takes equal wisdom to discern this old fact to-day. What the first philosopher taught, the last will have to repeat. The world makes no progress (Journal, 1:134).
22 April 1841. Concord, Mass.

Thoreau writes in his journal:

  There are two classes of authors: the one write the history of their times, the other their biography (Journal, 1:251).

Ralph Waldo Emerson writes to Margaret Fuller:

  Henry Thoreau is coming to live with me & work with me in the garden & teach me to graft apples . . . Will you not print Henry More? & Henry Thoreau? (The Letters of Ralph Waldo Emerson, 2:394-5).
22 April 1851. Concord, Mass.

Thoreau writes in his journal:

  Observed the crowfoot on the Cliffs in abundance, and the saxifrage (Journal, 2:180-181).
22 April 1852. Concord, Mass.

Thoreau writes in his journal:

  It still rains. The water is over the road at Flint’s Bridge, and, as I am told, has been for some time over the J. Miles road in the Corner, and near the further stone bridge. So that there is now only the Boston road open, unless we regard the Walden road as coming from Wayland and not from Lee’s Bridge . . .

  P.M.—Up river on east side.

  It takes this day to clear up gradually; successive sun-showers still make it foul. But the sun feels very warm after the storm. This makes five stormy days . . .

(Journal, 3:454-457)
22 April 1855. Concord, Mass.

Thoreau writes in his journal:

  Tree sparrows still. See a song sparrow getting its breakfast in the water on the meadow like a wader. Red maple yesterday,—an early one by further stone bridge. Balm-of-Gilead probably to-morrow. The black currant is just begun to expand leaf . . .

  The blossoms of the sweet-gale are now on fire over the brooks, contorted like caterpillars. The female flowers also out like the hazel, with more stigmas,—out at same time with the male. I first noticed my little mud turtles in the cellar out of their [sic], one of them, some eight days ago. I suspect those in the river begin to stir about that time? Antennaria probably yesterday, Skull-cap Meadow Ditch. Many yellow redpolls on the willows now. They jerk their tails constantly . . .

(Journal, 7:328-330)

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