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Thoreau writes in his journal:

Fair again. To Sudbury Meadow by boat. The river higher than before and rising. [William Ellery] C[hanning]. and I sail rapidly before a strong northerly wind,—no need of rowing upward, only of steering,—cutting off great bends by crossing the meadows. We have to roll our boat over the road at the stone bridge, Hubbard’s causeway, (to save the wind), and at Pole Brook (to save distance) . . .

(Journal, 9:332-335)

22 April 1858. Concord, Mass.

Thoreau writes in his journal:

P.M.—To Hubbard’s Great Meadow.

The spawn of April 18th is gone! It was fresh there and apparently some creature has eaten it (Journal, 10:380-381).

22 April 1859.

Concord, Mass. Thoreau writes in his journal:

P.M.—In a fine rain, around Walden . . .

Within a few days I pricked my fingers smartly against the sharp, stiff points of some sedge coming up. At Heywood’s meadow, by the railroad, this sedge, rising green and dense with yellow tips above the withered clumps, is very striking, suggesting heat, even a blaze, there . . .

(Journal, 12:154-156)

Boston, Mass. Hobart & Robbins writes to Thoreau (The Writings of Henry D. Thoreau (ucsb.edu); MS, Pierpont Morgan Library, New York, N.Y.).

22 April 1860. Concord, Mass.

Thoreau writes in his journal:

Row to Fair Haven . . .

Land at Lee’s Cliff . . . (Journal, 13:255).

22 April 1861. Concord, Mass.

Thoreau writes in his journal:

It was high water again about a week ago,—Mann [Horace Mann Jr.] thinks with[in] three or four inches as high as at end of winter. He obtained to-day the buffle-headed duck, diving in the river near the Nine-Acre Corner bridge . . .

(Journal, 14:338)

22 April. Concord, Mass. 1856.

Thoreau writes in his journal: “8 A. M. – Go to my boat opposite Bittern Cliff… I push up-stream to Lee’s Cliff, behind Goodwin, who is after musquash…” (Journal, 8:295-300).

22 August 1838. Concord, Mass.

Thoreau writes in his journal:

How thrilling a noble sentiment in the oldest books,—in Homer, the Zendavesta, or Confucius! It is a strain of music wafted down to us on the breeze of time, through the aisles of innumerable ages. By its very nobleness it is made near and audible to us.

(Journal, 1:55)

22 August 1851. Concord, Mass.

Thoreau writes in his journal:

I found last winter that it was expected by my townsmen that I would give some account of Canada because I had visited it, and because many of them had, and so felt interested in the subject,—visited it as the bullet visits the wall at which it is fired, and from which it rebounds as quickly, and flattened (somewhat damaged, perchance)! Yes, a certain man contracted to take fifteen hundred live Yankees through Canada, at a certain rate and within a certain time. It did not matter to him what the commodity was, if only it would pack well and were delivered to him according to agreement at the right place and time and rightly ticketed, so much in bulk, wet or dry, on deck or in the hold, at the option of the carrier how to stow the cargo and not always right side up. In the meanwhile, it was understood that the freight was not to be willfully and intentionally debarred from seeing the country if it had eyes. It was understood that there would be a country to be seen on either side, though that was a secret advantage which the contractors seemed not to be aware of. I fear that I have not got much to say, not having seen much, for the very rapidity of the motion had a tendency to keep my eyelids closed. What I got by going to Canada was a cold, and not till I get a fever, which I never had, shall I know how to appreciate it.

(Journal, 2:417-419)

22 August 1852. Concord, Mass.

Thoreau writes in his journal:

Sunday. The ways by which men express themselves are infinite,—the literary through their writings, and often they do not mind with what air they walk the streets, being sufficiently reported otherwise. But some express themselves chiefly by their gait and carriage, with swelling breasts or elephantine roll and elevated brows . . .

(Journal, 4:308-310)

22 August 1853. Concord, Mass.

Thoreau writes in his journal:

P.M.—Up Assabet to Yellow Rocket Shore.

A still afternoon with a prospect of a shower in the west. The immediate edge of the river is for the most part respected by the mowers, and many wild plants there escape from year to year, being too coarse for hay. The prevailing flowers now along the river are the mikania, polygonums, trumpet-weed, cardinal, arrow-head, Chelone glabra, and here and there vernonia . . .

(Journal, 5:388-390)

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