Thoreau writes in his journal:
Thoreau writes in his journal:
Yesterday was quite warm, requiring the thinnest coat. To-day is cooler. The elm leaves have in some places more than half fallen and strew the ground with thick rustling beds . . .
James Walter Spooner writes to his parents:
Since Esta will not take the trouble to write me, as she promised, I address myself to you. I received your letter this evening as I returned from an afternoon’s tramp with Mr. Thoreau. Mrs. T. kindly invited me to tea & said she should expect me, but I thought it better to decline & since, I have been glad I have done so, as I got your letter, & can sit & write here so comfortably—It only wants one or two people here to make it quite pleasant.
I dined at Mr. Thoreau’s today. I went in and knocked gently, but as no one heard, for the family was in the next room, walked in & made myself at home reading Walden. There was an English Gentleman, with an unpronounceable name [Cholmondeley] which I wish I had written just for curiosity, there. He came there for Mr. Thoreau to teach him botany which Mr. T. says he never professed to know, though he acknowledged to me today that he never met with a new plant now & had given up the study. The English gentleman wears a long beard & mustache & is a graduate of Oxford.
Mr. T’s mother is a rather tall & very pleasant lady. She made herself very agreeable and said she knew my father & mother which I found were Uncle Brown & Aunt Hannah. Mr. T’s father and sister are very pleasant. They had a mutton for dinner which would suit you. It was much better than we have at home. By going in so I had the opportunity of hearing Mr. Thoreau play upon his flute in the next room, which was very fine. He accompanied his sister upon the piano, Mrs. T. says.
They must be pretty well off by the look of things. Mr. T. showed me another large white two story house [the Texas house] a short distance over the fields which he said his father owned. He said he dug the cellar while he lived at Walden & stoned it. They lived there when it was built but his mother & sister preferred living down nearer & so they moved down. He said he didn’t care where they lived, so long as it was in Concord, if he could only get off the back way into the woods, which you can do from almost every house by going across the fields or meadows.
After dinner we set off for a walk. We went up on the hill from which you can see distant mountains & a wide prospect of river, dale & hamlet around. We soon came to the “Cliff,”—a perpendicular ledge of rocks some hundred (200 feet) above the wood & river below—all wild & rugged far from any house, a stupendous work of nature & worth as much to see as Niagara Falls or the Giants’ Causeway!!! I should like to see you look down there—you would have to hold on though it makes one so dizzy. We saw and passed through “Pleasant Meadow” & the “Baker Farm,” saw the house where John Field lived & “Fairhaven Bay” & “Conantum,” the desolate pasture & river reach & wild apple orchard & deserted house. The river pleases me most for it is a perfectly natural stream lying in the meadow at rest. Sell out and buy a farm in concord. You can have a little skiff on the river, and paddle freely right into another state if you choose. Mr. T. has paddled fifty miles in a day.
It is a charming prospect to stand above Mr. Lee’s farm and look down. The house stands back from the river & facing it, with a smooth lawn running down to it, & a boat. The beauty of it is that the river does not flow but lies still & calm so that I could not tell which way it runs. Mr. T. says some Irish people live by it some years & don’t know. You do not see it in the village at all. There are no masts to offend the eye.
We saw a beautiful trout brook on the Baker Farm. Nobody lives there & no doubt it could be bought! I went down & saw Mr. [A. Bronson] Alcott’s house, now Mr. [Nathaniel] Hawthorne’s this forenoon. I am going tomorrow to see Mr. Minott opposite Mr. [Ralph Waldo] Emerson’s, an old man who doesn’t go away from his farm & has never seen the depot. I told Mr. T. of a parallel case in Uncle Johnny Bradford.
Mr. [William Ellery] Channing’s home is directly opposite Mr. T’s & the lot runs down to the river & is level. I went down & saw his boat. There are some very ancient houses one with the upper story larger than the lower. The most of the houses are large with an ample porch & painted white with green blinds. The church spires show beautifully from a distance. They are white and stand among the trees with the green meadows around. I could write a few more sheets but I think I had better retire.
Your affectionate Son
James Spooner
New Bedford, Mass. Thoreau writes in his journal:
At Natural History Library saw Dr. Cabot, who says that he has heard either the hermit, or else the olivaceous, thrush sing,—very like a wood thrush, but softer . . .
Get out at Tarkiln Hill, or Head of the River Station, three miles this side of New Bedford. Recognized an old Dutch barn. R’s sons Arthur and Walton were just returning from tautog-fishing in Buzzard’s Bay, and I tasted one at supper. Singularly curved from snout to tail.
New Bedford, Mass. Daniel Ricketson writes in his journal:
Boston, Mass. Ticknor & Fields writes to Thoreau:
In acc with W. D. Ticknor & Co.
Walden—
On hand last settlement 600 cops.
Sold since last acc 344
Remaining on hand 256
Sales 344 Cops @ 15 cents is $51.60
Dear Sir,
We regret for you sake as well as ours that a larger number of Walden has not been sold.
We enclose our check for Fifty-one 60/100 Dollars for sales to date.
Ever Respy
W. D. Ticknor & Co.
Thoreau writes in his journal:
The pea-vine fruit is partly ripe, little black-dotted leans, about three in a pod.
I can hardly clamber along the grape cliff now without getting my clothes covered with desmodium ticks,—there especially the rotundifolium and paniculatum. Though you were running for your life, they would have time to catch and cling to your clothes,—often the whole row of pods of the D. paniculatum, like a piece of a saw blade with three teeth. You pause at a convenient place and spend a long time picking them off, which it took so short a time to attach. They will even cling to your hand as you go by. They cling like babes to the mother’s breast, by instinct. Instead of being caught and detained ourselves by birdlime, we are compelled to catch these seeds and carry them with us . . .
Dr. Reynolds told me the other day of a Canada lynx (?) killed in Andover, in a swamp, some years ago, when he was teaching school in Tewksbury; thought to be one of a pair, the other being killed or seen in Derry. Its large track was seen in the snow in Tewksbury and traced to Andover and back . . .
Thoreau writes in his journal:
Thoreau writes in his journal:
P.M.—To White Pond . . .
See what must be a solitary tattler feeding by the water’s edge, and it has tracked the mud all about . . .
Take perhaps our last bath in White Pond for the year . . .
Thoreau writes in his journal:
Horse-chestnuts strew the roadside, very handsomecolored but simply formed nuts, looking like mahogany knobs, with the waved and curled grain of knots.
Having just dug my potatoes in the garden,—which did not turn out very well,—I took a basket and trowel and went forth to dig my wild potatoes, or ground-nuts, by the railroad fence . . .
Thoreau writes in his journal:
Thoreau also surveys land for Daniel Shattuck (A Catalog of Thoreau’s Surveys in the Concord Free Public Library, 11; Henry David Thoreau papers. Special Collections, Concord (Mass.) Free Public Library).
Thoreau also writes to Horace Greeley:
Knowing your interest in whatever relates to Agriculture, I send you with this a short address delivered by me before “the Middlesex Agricultural Society,” in this town, Sep. 20, on The Succession of Forest Trees. It is part of a chapter on the Dispersion of Seeds. If you would like to print it, please accept it. If you do not wish to print it entire, return it to me at once, for it is due to the Societys “Report” a month or 6 weeks hence.
Yours truly
Henry D. Thoreau
“Greeley accepted the address and printed it in the 10/6 New York Weekly Tribune. It was also printed in the Transaction of the Middlesex Agricultural Society for the year of 1860.”
Thoreau writes in his journal:
Thoreau checks out Nature by Ralph Waldo Emerson and Wilhelm Meister’s Apprenticeship. Trans. by Thomas Carlyle by Johann Goethe and renews The history of the decline and fall of the Roman empire, volume 1 by Edward Gibbon from the library of the Institute of 1770.
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