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  The thought of its greater independence and its closeness to nature diminishes the pain I feel when I see a more interesting child than usual destined to be brought up in a shanty. I see that for the present the child is happy and is not puny, and has all the wonders of nature for its toys. Have I not faith that its tenderness will in some way be cherished and protected, as the buds of the spring in the remotest and wildest wintry dell no less than in the garden plot and summer-house?

  Dr. Harris [Thaddeus William Harris] described to me his finding a species of cicindela at the White Mountains this fall (the same he had found there one species some time age), supposed to be very rare, found at St Peter’s River and at Lake Superior; but he proves it to be common near the White Mountains.

  Still very clear and bright as well as comfortable weather. River not so high . . . (Journal, 7:77).

  As I stood looking clown the hill over Emerson’s young wood-lot there, perhaps at 3 .30 P.M., the sunlight reflected from the many ascending twigs of bare young chestnuts and birches, very dense and ascendant with a marked parallelism, they reminded me of the lines of gossamer at this season . . .

  Spoke to Skinner about that wildcat which he says lie heard a month ago in Ebby Hubbard’s woods. He was going down to Walden in the evening, to see if geese had not settled in it (with a companion), when they heard this sound, which his companion at first thought it made by a coon, but S. said no, it was a wildcat. He says he has heard them often in the Adirondack region, where he has purchased furs . . .

  Saw Abel Brooks there [Hubbard’s Wood] with a half-bushel basket on his arm . . .

  The less you get, the happier and the richer you are. The rich man’s son gets cocoanuts, and the poor man’s, pignuts ; but the worst of it is that the former never goes a-cocoanutting, and so he never gets the cream of the Cocoanut as the latter does the cream of the pignut . . .