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9 July 1857. Concord, Mass.

Thoreau writes in his journal:

  Could see no yellow wasps about the nest over my window at 6 A.M., but did just before 6.30. I hear of still a second nest at Mrs. Brown’s and one at Julius Smith’s . . .

  P.M.—Up Assabet with Sophia.

  There is now but little black willow down left on the trees. They will be handsomest somewhat later than this, when there is no down on them, and the new growth has more invested the stem . . .

(Journal, 9:473-474)
9 July 1858. Tuckerman’s Ravine, N.H.

Thoreau writes in his journal:

  Walked to the Hermit Lake, some forty rods northeast . . .

  I ascended the stream in the afternoon and got out of the ravine at its head, after dining on chiogenes tea, which plant I could gather without moving from my log seat . . .

  Returning, I sprained my ankle in jumping down the brook, so that I could not sleep that night, nor walk the next day . . .

(Journal, 11:29-33)
9 July 1859. Concord, Mass.

Thoreau writes in his journal:

  Paddle up river and sound a little above Fair Haven Pond.

  See young kingbirds which have lately flown perched in a family on the willows,—the airy bird, lively, twittering . . . (Journal, 12:227-230).

9 July 1860. Concord, Mass.

Thoreau writes in his journal: Clears up at noon . . .

  There is a smart shower at 5 P.M., and in the midst of it a hummingbird is busy about the flowers in the garden . . . (Journal, 13:395-396).

9 July 1861. Odgensburg, NY

Thoreau and Horace Mann Jr. arrive in Ogdensburg, N.Y. via the Grand Trunk Railway (Westward I Go Free, 369-80).

9 June 1835. Cambridge, Mass.

Thoreau checks out Johan Scapula’s Lexicon Græco-Latinum from Harvard College Library (Companion to Thoreau’s Correspondence, 287).

9 June 1849. New York, N.Y.

New York, NY. The Literary World announces that James Munroe & Co. publishes A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers.

Boston, Mass. The Boston Transcript announces the publication of A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers.

9 June 1850. Concord, Mass.

Thoreau writes in his journal:

  Walden is still rising, though the rains have ceased, and the river has fallen very much . . . I saw a striped snake which the fire in the woods had killed, stiffened and partially blackened by the flames, with its body partly coiled up and raised from the ground, and its head still erect as if ready to dart out its tongue and strike its foe.
(Journal, 2:31)
9 June 1851. Concord, Mass.

Thoreau writes in his journal:

  James Wood, Senior, told me to-day that Asa[?] Melvin’s father told him that he had seen alewives caught (many of them) in the meadow which we were crossing, on the west of Bateman’s Pond, where there is now no stream, and though it is wet you can walk everywhere; also one shad. He thinks that a greater part of the meadow once belonged to the pond.
(Journal, 2:234)
Concord, Mass. A. Bronson Alcott writes in his journal:

  Dined with Thoreau. We had a walk afterward by the Hosmer Cottage and back by the rail-track. T. tells me that he read his paper on “Walking” lately at Worcester. He should read this, and the “Walden” also, everywhere in our towns and cities, for the soundness and rectitude of the sentiments. They would have a wholesome influence. I sometimes say of T. that he is the purest of our moralists, and the best republican in the Republic—viz., the republican at home. A little over-confident and somewhat stiffly individual, perhaps,—dropping society clean out of his theory, while practically standing friendly in his own strict sense of friendship—there is about him a nobleness and integrity of bearing that make possible and actual the virtues of Rome and Sparta . . . Plutarch would have made him an immortal, had he known him . . .
(The Journals of Bronson Alcott, 250)
9 June 1852. Concord, Mass.

Thoreau writes in his journal:

  The buck-bean in Hubbard’s meadow just going out of blossom. The yellow water ranunculus is an important flower in the river now, rising above the white lily pads, whose flower does not yet appear. I perceive that their petals, washed ashore, line the sand conspicuously . . .

  The priests of the Germans and Britons were druids. They had their sacred oaken groves. Such were their steeple houses. Nature was to some extent a fane to them. There was fine religion in that form of worship, and Stonehenge remains as evidence of some vigor in the worshippers . . .

(Journal, 4:83-88)

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