Thoreau writes in his journal:
Tall anemone. Pontederia to-morrow.
A thunder-shower in the afternoon (Journal, 6:378).
Thoreau writes in his journal:
Two red-wings’ nests, four eggs and three—one without any black marks . . . (Journal, 7:430)
Thoreau writes in his journal:
P. M.—I paddled up the Acushnet, about a mile above the paper-mill, as far as the ruined mill, in Walton’s [Walton Ricketson] skiff with Arthur [Arthur Ricketson] . . .
Daniel Ricketson writes in his journal:
Thoreau writes in his journal:
The erect potentilla is a distinct variety, with differently formed leaves as well as different time of flowering, and not the same plant at a different season . . . (Journal, 10:510).
Thoreau writes in his journal:
This month, it must be 85° at 2 P.M. and still to make hot weather. 80° with wind is quite comfortable . . .
Farmer said yesterday that he thought foxes did not live so much in the depth of the woods as on open hillsides, where they lay out and overlooked the operations of men,—studied their ways,—which made them so cunning . . .
Thoreau writes in his journal:
28th at eve leave Sheboygan & steam north-east to Carp River (Thoreau’s Minnesota Journey, 25).
Horace Mann Jr. writes to his mother Mary twice, the first being a postscript to his letter of 27 June:
Horace Mann
As you see by the date we are on Lake Michigan. It is a beautiful day again, though it is a little cloudy this afternoon, & a little cool on the lake.
We bought our tickets for Boston this morning for which we paid $20.15 over $5.00 cheaper than the way we came out. The tickets are via Goderich, Stratford, Ogdensburg, Rouse’s Point, Vermont Central R.R. and Lowell to Boston. We have a lay over ticket by which we can stay as long as we please at Mackinaw, which will be, I think, about 5 days. We shall then come right home, stopping somewhere over Sunday [7 July].
Thoreau observes “Geum Virginianum some time, apparently, past its prime by red cohosh” (Journal, 9:461).
Edmund Quincy Sewall Jr. writes in his journal:
This was a day of misfortunes. At noon Charles & I fired upon a party of boys going by in the road. A skirmish ensued and we being inferior in force although Joseph and Jesse had joined us were driven into the house except Charles who was chased away by the boys.
We boys in the house being desirous of seeing the marauders ran into the entry where there was an open window and (as we afterwards found) a pudding cooling to look out of the window. None of us saw the pudding till it was lying bottom upwards on the ground and each declared that he was not conscious of knocking it over. As for myself I did not know anything about there being any pudding till some body called out that the pudding was knocked over.
I had therefore to make a dinner on salt fish which I hate. After dinner we took a walk along the river and eat some cranberries and checkerberries. When we got back I carried my letter to the Post Office and solaced myself with two apples and two figs procured at the “Exchange.” When I got home Mr. John gave me another fig so I did very well till supper time. Just before supper Joseph who was leaning the back of his chair against the wall slipped down hurt him self some and the chair more for one of the upright rods at the back was started. I believe nobody knows of this but us boys and I hope it will not be discovered before its time. In the evening a small bottle of blue ink was upset on the table cloth. P.S. I’m sorry the pudding was lost for it was a baked rice one such as I should have liked.
Thoreau writes in his journal:
Society affects to estimate men by their talents, but really feels and knows them by their characters. What a man does, compared with what he is, is but a small part. To require that our friend possess a certain skill is not to be satisfied till he is something less than our friend.
Friendship should be great promise, a perennial springtime.
I can conceive how the life of the gods may be dull and tame, if it is not disappointed and insatiate.
The Liberator publishes Thoreau’s letter of 12 March to William Lloyd Garrison, editor, commending Wendell Phillips’ lecture of 11 March at the Concord Lyceum:
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