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5 November 1859. Boston, Mass.

Thoreau writes in his journal:

  In Boston.—The first Indian-summer day, after an unusually cold October. Sat at the end of Long Wharf for coolness, but it was very warm . . . (Journal, 12:441).
5 November 1860. Concord, Mass.

Thoreau writes in his journal:

  P.M.—To Blood’s oak lot . . .

  Blood’s oak lot may contain about a dozen acres. It consists of red, black, white, and swamp white oaks, and a very little maple . . . (Journal, 14:215-219).

5 October 1835. Cambridge, Mass.

Thoreau checks out New and improved grammar of the Italian Language by Gasparo Grimani from Harvard College Library (Companion to Thoreau’s Correspondence, 287).

5 October 1841. Concord, Mass.

Thoreau writes to Lucy Jackson Brown:

Dear Friend,—

  I send you [Isaiah Thornton] Williams’s letter as the last remembrancer to one of those “whose acquaintance he had the pleasure to form while in Concord.” It came quite unexpectedly to me, but I was very glad to receive it, though I hardly know whether my utmost sincerity and interest can inspire a sufficient answer to it. I should like to have you send it back by some convenient opportunity.

  Pray let me known what you are thinking about any day,—what most nearly concerns you. Last winter, you know, you did more than your share of the talking, and I did not complain for want of an opportunity. Imagine your stove-door out of order, at least, and then while I am fixing it you will think of enough things to say.

  What makes the value of your life at present? what dreams have you, and what realizations? You know there is a high table-land which not even the east wind reaches. Now can’t we walk and chat upon its plane still, as if there were no lower latitudes? Surely our two destinies are topics interesting and grand enough for any occasion.

  I hope you have many gleams of serenity and health, or, if your body will grant you no positive respite, that you may, at any rate, enjoy your sickness occasionally, as much as I used to tell of. But here is the bundle going to be done up, so accept a “good-night” from

Henry D. Thoreau.

(The Correspondence of Henry David Thoreau, 50-51; MS missing)
5 October 1847. Boston, Mass.

Thoreau sees Ralph Waldo Emerson off to Europe on the Washington Irving packet ship (The Correspondence of Henry David Thoreau, 187).

5 October 1851. Concord, Mass.

Thoreau writes in his journal:

  2 P. M.—To the high open land between Bateman’s Pond and the lime-kiln. It is a still, cloudy afternoon, rather cool. As I go past Cheney’s boat-house, the river looks lighter than the sky . . . The declining sun, falling on the willows, etc., below Mrs. Ripley’s and on the water, produces a rare, soft light, such as I do not often see, a greenish yellow. The milkweed seeds are in the air. I see one in the river, which a minnow occasionally jostles. Stood near a small rabbit, hardly half grown, by the old Carlisle road . . .

  8 P. M.—To Cliffs. Moon three-quarters full.

(Journal, 3:43-47)
5 October 1852. Concord, Mass.

Thoreau writes in his journal:

  Was told at Bunker Hill Monument to-day that? Mr. Savage saw the White Mountains several times while working on the monument. It required very clear weather in the northwest and a storm clearing up here (Journal, 4:377).
5 October 1853. Concord, Mass.

Thoreau writes in his journal:

  The howling of the wind about the house just before a storm to-night sounds extremely like a loon on the pond. How fit (Journal, 5:436)!
5 October 1854. Concord, Mass.

Thoreau writes to H.G.O. Blake:

Mr. Blake,

  After I wrote to you Mr. [Marston] Watson postponed my going to Plymouth one week i.e. till next Sunday, and now he wishes me to carry my instruments & survey his grounds, to which he has been adding. Since I want a little money, though I contemplate but a short excursion, I do not feel at liberty to decline this work. I do not know exactly how long it will detain me – but there is plenty of time yet—& I will write to you again—perhaps from Plymouth—

  There is a Mr. Thomas Cholmondeley (pronounced Chumly) a young English author, staying at our house at present—who asks me to teach him botany—i.e. anything which I know—and also to make an excursion to some mountain with him. He is a well-behaved person, and possibly I may propose his taking that run to Wachusett with us—if it will be agreeable to you. Nay If I do not hear any objection from you I will consider myself at liberty to invite him.

In haste,

H. D. Thoreau

(The Correspondence of Henry David Thoreau, 342-3)

Boston, Mass. Walden is reviewed in the Christian Watchman and Reflector.

5 October 1855. New Bedford, Mass.

Thoreau writes in his journal:

  Rode to Plymouth with R. [Daniel Ricketson], in his buggy. In the north part of Rochester, went into an old uninhabited house which once belonged to John Shearman . . .

  Lodged at Olney’s (the old Hedge) House in Plymouth.

(Journal, 7:483-484)

Daniel Ricketson writes in his journal:

  Clear and fine, warm for the season. Left home this morning at 8 o’clock with Henry D. Thoreau, who has been on a visit with us at Brooklawn during the past week, for Plymouth; went by way of Middleborough, crossing Long Pond into Carver; took our dinner on the way, under some pines by the wayside, where we also baited our horse, “Billy,” upon oats. Took tea at house of B. M. Watson, a friend of Thoreau, who has a nursery near Plymouth, a very pleasant place, and nice people,—Mr. and Mrs. W. and the mother of Mr. W. and three young children. Rode into Plymouth after tea, and stopped for the night at Olyn’s on Leyden Street.
(Daniel Ricketson and His Friends, 282-283)

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