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3 October 1855.

New Bedford, Mass. Thoreau writes in his journal:

  Walked along shore of Acushnet looking for shells . . .

  P.M.—Rode to see some old houses in Fairhaven . . .

  Visited the studio in Fairhaven of a young marine painter, built over the water, the dashing and gurgling of it coming up through a grating in the floor. He was out, but we found there painting Van Best, a well-known Dutch painter of marine pieces whom he has attracted to him. He talked and looked particularly Dutchman-like. Then visited For Nobscot on the rocky point.

(Journal, 7:480-482)

England. Thomas Cholmondeley writes to Thoreau:

My dear Thoreau,

  I have been busily collecting a next of Indian Books for you, which, accompanied by this not Mr [John] Chapman will send you—& you will find them at Boston carriage-paid (mind that, & don’t let them cheat you) at Crosby & Nichols.

  I hope dear Thoreau you will accept this trife from one who has received so much from you & one who is so anxious to become your friend & to induce you to visit England. I am just about to start for the Crimea, being now a complete soldier—but I fear the game is nearly played out—& all my friends tell me I am just too late for the fair. When I return to England (if ever I do return) I mean to buy a little cottage somewhere on the south coast where I can swell in Mersonian leisure & where I have a plot to persuade you over.

  Give my love to your Father & Mother & sister & my respects to Mr. Emerson & Channing, & the painter who gave me Websters Head—

  I think I never found so much mindedness anywhere in all my travels as in your country of New England—& indeed—barrings its youth—it is very like our old country in my humble judgement

  Adieu dear Thoreau & immense affluence to you

  Ever Yours
  Thos Cholmondeley

P.S. Excuse my bad writing. Of course it is the pen. Chapman will send a list of your books—by which you can see whether they are all right because I hate to have anything lost or wasted, however small.

(The Correspondence of Henry David Thoreau, 387-388; MS, Henry David Thoreau papers. Henry W. and Albert A. Berg Collection of English and American Literature, New York Public Library)

See entry 26 October.

East Bridgewater, Mass. William Allen writes to Thoreau (Studies in the American Renaissance 1982, 365; MS, private owner).

3 October 1856. Concord, Mass.

Thoreau writes in his journal:

  The white pines are now getting to be pretty generally parti-colored, the lower yellowing needles ready to fall. The sumachs are generally crimson (darker than scarlet), and young trees and bushes by the water and meadows are generally beginning to glow red and yellow. Especially the hillsides about Walden begin to wear these autumnal tints . . .
(Journal, 9:99)

3 October 1857. Concord, Mass.

Thoreau writes in his journal:

  How much more agreeable to sit in the midst of old furniture like [George] Minott’s clock and secretary and looking-glass, which have come down from other generations, than in that which was just brought from the cabinet-maker’s and smells of varnish, like a coffin! To sit under the face of an old clock that has been ticking one hundred and fifty years,—there is something mortal, not to say immortal, about it! A clock that began to tick when Massachusetts was a province. Meanwhile John Beatton’s heavy tombstone is cracked quite across and widely opened . . .
(Journal, 10:58-59)
3 October 1858. Concord, Mass.

Thoreau writes in his journal:

  One brings me this morning a Carolina rail alive, this year’s bird evidently from its marks. He saved it from a cat in the road near the Battle-Ground . . .

  P.M.—Paddle about Walden . . .

  How many men have a fatal excess of manner! There was one came to our house the other evening, and behaved very simply and well till the moment he was passing out the door. He then suddenly put on the airs of a well-bred man, and consciously described some are of beauty or other with his head or hand. It was but a slight flourish, but it has put me on the alert . . .

(Journal, 11:192-195)
3 October 1859. Concord, Mass.

Thoreau writes in his journal:

  P.M.—To Bateman’s Pond; back by hog-pasture and old Carlisle road . . .

Looking from the hog-pasture over the valley of Spencer Brook westward, we see the smoke rising from a huge chimney above a gray roof amid the woods, at a distance, where some family is preparing its evening meal . . .

(Journal, 12:364-369)
3 October 1860. Concord, Mass.

Thoreau surveys a meadow for Cyrus Temple (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 in his journal:

  Sam Barrett says that last May he waded across the Assabet River on the old dam in front of his house without going over his india-rubber boots, which are sixteen and a half inches high . . .

  Gathered to-day my apples at the Texas house . . . (Journal, 14:98-99).

3 September 1833. Cambridge, Mass.

Henry D. Thoreau checks out The Life of Erasmus by Charles Butler from Harvard College Library (Companion to Thoreau’s Correspondence, 286).

3 September 1835. Cambridge, Mass.

Thoreau checks out The ancient history of the Egyptians, Carthaginians, Assyrians, Babylonians, Medes & Persians, Macedonians, and Grecians, atlas and volume 1 by Charles Rollin, Homeri Ilias cum brevi annotatione curante C. G. Heyne, volume 1, and The Canterbury tales of Chaucer; with an essay on his language and versification, an introductory discourse, notes and a glossary by Tho. Tyrhitt, Esq., volumes 1, 2, and 5 from Harvard College Library.

(Companion to Thoreau’s Correspondence, 287-8)
3 September 1838. Concord, Mass.

Thoreau writes in his journal:

  The only faith that men recognize is a creed. But the true creed which we unconsciously live by, and which rather adopts us than we it, is quite different from the written or preached one. Men anxiously hold fast to their creed, as to a, straw, thinking this does them good service because their sheet anchor does not drag.
(Journal, 1:58)
3 September 1839. Bedford, New Hampshire.

Thoreau writes in his journal:

  In Bedford, on the west bank, opposite a large rock, above Coos Falls (Journal, 1:91; A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers, 188-248).

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