A. Bronson Alcott writes to his brother Junius:
Horace Greeley writes to Thoreau:
Thoreau checks out Voyages de la Nouvelle France occidentale, dicte Canada… depuis l’an 1603; jusques en l’an 1629 by Samuel de Champlain and Voyages de découverte au Canada, entre les années 1534 et 1542, par Jacques Cartier, le sieur de Roberval, Jean Alphonse de Xanctoigne, &c. . . from Harvard College Library.
Thoreau surveys land on Walden Street for Cyrus Stow and Jabez Reynolds (A Catalog of Thoreau’s Survey at the Concord Free Public Library, 10-11; Henry David Thoreau papers. Special Collections, Concord (Mass.) Free Public Library).
Thoreau writes in his journal:
8 P.M.—To Cliffs.
The moon beginning to wane. It is a quite warm but moist night . . .
The forest has lost so many leaves that its floor and paths are much more checkered with light. I hear no sound but the rustling of the withered leaves, which lulls the few and silent birds to sleep, and, on the wooded hilltops, the roar of the wind. Each tree is a harp which resounds all night, though some have but a few leaves left to flutter and hum. From the Cliffs, the river and pond are exactly the color of the sky. Though the latter is slightly veiled with a thin mist . . .
Thoreau writes in his journal:
Thoreau writes in his journal:
As I paddle under the Hemlock bank this cloudy afternoon, about 3 o’clock, I see a screech owl sitting on the edge of a hollow hemlock stump about three feet high, at the base of a large hemlock. It sits with its head drawn in, eyeing me, with eyes partly open, about twenty feet off . . . After watching it ten minutes from the boat, I landed two rods above, and, stealing quietly up behind the hemlock, though from the windward, I looked carefully around it, and, to my surprise, saw the owl still sitting there. So I sprang round quickly, with my arm outstretched, and caught it in my hand. It was so surprised that it offered no resistance at first, only glared at me in mute astonishment with eyes as big as saucers. But ere long it began to snap its bill, making quite a noise, and, as I rolled it up in my handkerchief and put it in my pocket, it bit my finger slightly. I soon took it out of my pocket and, tying my handkerchief, left it on the bottom of the boat. So I carried it home and made a small cage in which to keep it, for a night . . .
Thoreau writes in his journal:
It was as if the air, purified by the long storm, reflected these few rays from side to side with a complete illumination, like a perfectly polished mirror, while the effect was greatly enhanced by the contrast with the dull dark clouds and somber earth. As if Nature did not dare at once to let in the full blaze of the sun to this combustible atmosphere. It was a serene, elysian light, in which the deeds I have dreamed of but not realized might be performed. At the eleventh hour, late in the year, we have visions of the life we might have lived. No perfectly fair weather ever offered such an arena for noble acts. it was such a light as we behold but dwell not in! . . .
Thoreau writes in his journal:
Here is an Indian-summer day. Not so warm, in-deed, as the 19th and 20th, but warm enough for pleasure . . .
How handsome the great red oak acorns now! I stand under the tree on Emerson’s lot. They are still falling . . .
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