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  At Veronia Meadow I notice the beds of horsemint now in flower . . .

  Those huckleberries near the hibiscus are remarkably glossy, fresh, and plump in the lowland, but not so sweet as some. Crossed the river there, carrying over my clothes.

  The Great Meadows present a very busy scene now . . .

  I broke through Heywood’s thick wood, north of Moore’s land, going toward Beck Stow’s in the Great Fields, and unexpectedly came into a long, narrow, winding, and very retired blueberry swamp which I did not know existed there . . .

  Crossed over to Tuttle’s . . . Coral-root well out,—Corallorhiza multiflora,—at Brister’s Hill . . . In the Poorhouse Meadow, the white orchis spike almost entirely out, some days at least . . .

  I should like to visit Plymouth again, though, as you suspect, not particularly on the day of the celebration. I should like to stand once more on your open beach, and be reminded of that simple sea shore it symbolizes, on which we pilgrims all landed not long since; though most of us have wandered far inland, and perchance lost ourselves, and the savor of our salt, amid the hills and forests of this world. I should like to meet there my Sea-born & Peregrine cousins, and have a social chat with them about the time when we came over;—but at present it may not be. It is not convenient for me to come; but be assured that whenever I may do so, I will remember the spirit of your very kind invitation.

  Yrs

  Henry D. Thoreau.

  J’s school is flourishing—There are four boys from Boston boarding with us. I don’t doubt it would have been very pleasant to Ellen on several accounts to have passed the summer with you—but I am not surprised she couldn’t be spared. I want she should make us a visit of [a] week or two . . .

  Tell little Mary that we have a black kitten, & that the martins have driven away the bluebirds & taken possession of their box.

  The wind exposes the red under sides of the white lily pads. This is one of the aspects of the river now. The bud-bearing stem of this plant is a little larger, but otherwise like the leaf-stem, and coming like it directly from the long, large root. It is interesting to pull up the lily root with flowers and leaves attached and sec how it sends its buds upward to the light and air to expand and flower in another element . . .

  P.M.—To lime-kiln.

  Spurry, a good while. Cichorium at Simon Brown’s, three or four days (early); also catnep, about two davs . . . All the large black birches on Hubbard’s Hill have just been cut down,—half a dozen or more . . .