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8 February 1852. Concord, Mass.

Thoreau writes in his journal:

  Mrs. Buttrick says that she has five cents for making a shirt, and that if she does her best she can make one a day . . .

  Carried a new cloak to Johnny Riordan. I found that the shanty was warmed by the simple social relations of the Irish . . .

(Journal, 3:287-289)
8 February 1853. Concord, Mass.

Thoreau writes in his journal:

  The warm rains have melted off the surface snow or white ice on Walden, down to the dark ice, the color of the water, only three or four inches thick (Journal, 4:490).
8 February 1854. Concord, Mass.

Thoreau writes in his journal:

  Ann, the Irishwoman who has lived with Deacon Brown so long, says that when he had taken to his bed with his last illness, she was startled by his calling, “Ann, Ann,” “the bitterest Ann that you ever heard,” and that was the beginning of his last illness . . .

  P.M.—Rain, rain, rain, carrying off the snow and leaving a foundation of ice . . .

(Journal, 6:106-109)
8 February 1855. Concord, Mass.

Thoreau writes in his journal:

  Commenced snowing last evening about 7 o’clock,—a fine, dry snow,—and this morning it is about six inches deep and still snows a little. Continues to snow finely all day.
(Journal, 7:175)
8 February 1856. Concord, Mass.

Thoreau writes in his journal:

  9 A.M.—To Fair Haven Pond . . .

  Edward and Isaac Garfield fishing there, and Puffer came along, and afterward Lewis Miner with his gun . . .

  Mr. Prichard tells me that he remembers a six weeks of more uninterruptedly severe cold than we have just [had] . . .

(Journal, 8:169-174)
8 February 1857. Concord, Mass.

Thoreau writes in his journal:

  I congratulate myself on my so-called poverty. I was almost disappointed yesterday to find thirty dollars in my desk which I did not know that I possessed, though now I should be sorry to lose it. The week that I go away to lecture, however much I may get for it, is unspeakably cheapened. The preceding and succeeding days are a mere sloping down and up from it.
In the society of many men, or in the midst of what is called success, I find my life of no account, and my spirits rapidly fall . . . But when I have only a rustling oak leaf, or the faint metallic cheep of a tree sparrow, for variety in my winter walk, my life becomes continent and sweet as the kernel of a nut . . .

  P.M.—To Hubbard Bath . . .

(Journal, 9:245-246)
8 February 1858. Concord, Mass.

Thoreau writes in his journal:

  P.M.—To Walden and Goose Pond . . .

  Mrs. Monroe says that her mother respected my grandfather very much, because he was a religious man. She remembers his calling one day and inquiring where blue vervain grew, which he wanted, to make a syrup for his cough, and she, a girl, happening to know, ran and gathered some . . .

(Journal, 10:276-279)
8 February 1860. Concord, Mass.

Thoreau lectures on “Wild Apples” for the Concord Lyceum (“Wild Apples“).

Thoreau also writes in his journal:

  2 P.M.—Up river to Fair Haven Hill . . . (Journal, 13:129-133).

A. Bronson Alcott writes in his journal:

  Thoreau and his lecture on “Wild Apples” before the Lyceum. It is a piece of exquisite sense, a celebrating of the infinity of nature, exemplified with much learning and original observation, beginning with the apple in Eden and down to the wildings in our woods. I listened with uninterrupted interest and delight, and it told on the good company present.
(The Journals of Bronson Alcott, 326)
8 February 1861. Concord, Mass.

Thoreau writes in his journal:

  Coldest day yet: -22º at least (all we can read), at 8 A.M., and, [so far] as I can learn, not above -6º all day (Journal, 14:314).
8 January 1834. Cambridge, Mass.

Thoreau checks out A History of the Life and Voyages of Christopher Columbus, volumes 1-4 by Washington Irving from Harvard College Library (Companion to Thoreau’s Correspondence, 286).

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