and Other Natural History Essays
Henry David Thoreau
Wood Duck. Summer Duck
H. D. Thoreau, a Writer's Journal
A Book of Quotations
Thoreau in His Own Time
A Biographical Chronicle of His Life, Drawn from Recollections, Interviews, and Memoirs by Family, Friends, and Associates
white and stiff with frost.
Two blackbirds fly over pretty near, with a chuck - either red-wings or grackles, but I see no red. See a painted tortoise and a wood tortoise in different places out on the bank still!
Found a good stone jug, small size, floating stopple up. I drew the stopple and smelled, as I expected, molasses and water, or something stronger (black-strap?), which it had contained. Probably some meadow-haymakers' jug left in the grass, which the recent rise of the river has floated off. It will do to put with the
white pitcher I found and keep flowers in. Thus I get my furniture.
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