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10 July 1857. Concord, Mass.

Thoreau writes in his journal:

  Put some more black willow seed in a tumbler of water at 9.30 A.M.

  P.M.—To Pratt’s and Peter’s.

  One flower on the Solanum nigrum at Pratt’s, which he says opened the 7th. He found, about a week ago, the Botrychium Virginianum in bloom . . .

(Journal, 9:475)
10 July 1858. Tuckerman’s Ravine, N.H.

Thoreau writes in his journal:

  This ravine at the bottom of which we were, looking westward up it, had a rim some what like that of the crater of a volcano . . . (Journal, 11:33-36).
10 July 1859. Concord, Mass.

Thoreau writes in his journal:

  8 A.M.—Take boat at Fair Haven Pond and paddle up to Sudbury Causeway, sounding the river.

  To-dav, like yesterday, is very hot, with a blue haze concealing the mountains and hills, looking like hot dust in the air .
. . (Journal, 12:230-232).

10 July 1860. Concord, Mass.

Thoreau writes in his journal:

  2 P.M.—To Pleasant Meadow via Lincoln Bridge . . . (Journal, 13:396).
10 July 1861.

Thoreau and Horace Mann Jr. travel from Ogdensburg, N.Y. to Boston by train. They miss the last train to Concord and presumably spend the night in the station (Westward I Go Free, 381-95).

10 July. Concord, Mass. 1840.

Thoreau writes in his journal:

  Nothing was ever so unfamiliar and startling to me as my own thoughts (Journal, 1:165-166).
10 June 1834. Cambridge, Mass.

Thoreau checks out A History of the Colonies Planted by the English on the Continent of North America by John Marshall from Harvard College Library (Companion to Thoreau’s Correspondence, 286).

10 June 1835. Cambridge, Mass.

Thoreau attends a meeting of the Institute of 1770 in which the topic “Are the measures of the Abolitionists justifiable?” is debated (The Transcendentalists and Minerva, 1:82).

10 June 1843. Concord, Mass.

Ralph Waldo Emerson writes to Thoreau:

Dear Henry,

  It is high time that you had some token from us in acknowledgment of the parcel of kind & tuneful things you sent us, as well as your permanent right in us all. The cold weather saddened our gardens & our landscape here almost until now but todays sunshine is obliterating the memory of such things. I have just been visiting my petty plantation and find that all your grafts live excepting a single scion and all my new trees, including twenty pines to fill up interstices in my “Curtain,” are well alive. The town is full of Irish & the woods of engineers with theodolite & red flag singing out their feet & inches to each other from station to station. Near Mr Alcott’s the road [Fitchburg R. R.] is already begun.—From Mr. A. & Mr Lane at Harvard we have yet heard nothing. They went away in good spirits having sent “Wood Abram” & Larned & Wm Lane before them with horse & plough a few days in advance of them to begin the Spring work. Mr. Lane paid me a long visit in which he was more than I had ever known him gentle & open, and it was impossible not to sympathize with & honor projects that so often seem without feet or hands. They have near a hundred acres of land which they do not want, & no house, which they want first of all. But they account this an advantage, as it gives them the occasion they so much desire of building after their own idea. In the event of their attracting to their company carpenter or two, which is not impossible, it would be a great pleasure to see their building which could hardly fail to be new & beautiful. They have 15 acres of woodland with good timber. Ellery Channing is excellent company and we walk in all directions He remembers you with great faith & hope thinks you ought not to see Concord again these ten years, that you ought to grind up fifty Concords in your mill & munch other opinion & counsel he holds in store on this topic. Hawthorne walked with me yesterday p.m. and not until after our return did I read his “Celestial Railroad” which has a serene strength which one cannot afford not to praise,—in this low life.

  Our Dial thrives well enough in these weeks. I print W. E. C[hanning]’s “Letters” or the first ones, but he does not care to have them named as his for a while. They are very agreeable reading, their wisdom lightened by a vivacity very rare in the D.—[Samuel G.] Ward too has sent me some sheets on architecture, whose good sense is eminent. I have a valuable manuscript—a sea voyage from a new had, which is all clear good sense, and I may make some of Mr Lanes’ graver sheets give way for this honest story. otherwise I shall print it in October. I have transferred the publishing of the Dial to Jas. Munroe & Co. Do not, I entreat you, let me be in ignorance of anything good which you know of my fine friends Waldo & Tappan. Tappan writes me never a word. I had a letter from H. James, promising to see you, & you must not fail to visit him. I must soon write to him, though my debts of this nature are perhaps too many. To him I much prefer to talk than to write. Let me know well how you prosper & what you meditate. And all good abide with you!

R. W. E.

(The Correspondence of Henry David Thoreau, 117-118)

Emerson adds a postscript to this letter before sending it 15 June.

10 June 1851. Concord, Mass.

Thoreau writes in his journal on 11 June:

  Last night a beautiful summer night, not too warm, moon not quite full, after two or three rainy days. Walked to Fair Haven by railroad, returning by Potter’s pasture and Sudbury road . . . I saw by the shadows cast by the inequalities of the clayey sand-bank in the Deep Cut that it was necessary to see objects by moonlight as well as sunlight, to get a complete notion of them.
(Journal, 2:234-235)
Thoreau writes in his journal on 13 June:

  I noticed night before night before last from Fair Haven how valuable was some water by moonlight, like the river and Fair Haven Pond, though far away, reflecting the light with a faint glimmering sheen, as in the spring of the year . . . And I forgot to say that after I reached the road by Potter’s bars,—or further, by Potter’s Brook,—I saw the moon suddenly reflected full from a pool . . . I observed also the same night a halo about my shadow in the moonlight, which I referred to the accidentally lighter color of the surrounding surface; I transferred my shadow to the darkest patches of grass, and saw the halo there equally.
(Journal, 2:248-249)

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