Out of the Past

April 7

Henry David Thoreau
Henry David Thoreau
American Writer

Populus tremuloides
Populus tremuloides
Prairie Gold Aspen

Chaffy Sedge, 1843
Chaffy Sedge, 1843

1855 Fast-Day Sermon Reverend Portraits
1855 Fast-Day Sermon Reverend Portraits

Religious Print

Thoreau the Land Surveyor
Thoreau the Land Surveyor
The Complete Works of Ralph Waldo Emerson & Henry David Thoreau
The Journal of Henry David Thoreau: 1837-1861
Kindle Edition

"Wild Apples" and Other Natural History Essays
"Wild Apples"
and Other Natural History Essays

Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers
Henry Thoreau
A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers / Walden; Or, Life in the Woods / The Maine Woods / Cape Cod

The Complete Works of Ralph Waldo Emerson & Henry David Thoreau
The Complete Works of Ralph Waldo Emerson & Henry David Thoreau

~ 1854

Down railroad to Cliffs .

'I'he Populus tremuloides in a day or two. The hazel stigmas are well out and the catkins loose, but no pollen shed vet. On the Cliff I find, after long and careful search, one sedge above the rocks, low amid the withered blades of last year, out, its little yellow beard amid
the dry blades and few green ones - the first herbaceous flowering I have detected. Fair Haven is completely open. It must have been so first either on the 5th or 6th.

~ 1853

10 am - Down river in boat to Bedford, with C.

A windy, but clear, sunny day; cold wind from northwest.

Notice a white maple with almost all the staminate flowers above or on the top, most of the stamens now withered, before the red maple has blossomed.

Another maple, all or nearly all female. The staminiferous flowers look light yellowish, the female dark crimson. These white maples' lower branches droop quite low, striking the head of the rower, and curve gracefully upward at the ends.

River has risen from last rains, and we cross the Great Meadows, scaring up many ducks at a great distance, some partly white, some apparently black, some brownish.

It is Fast-Day, and many gunners are about the shore, which makes them shy.

I never cross the meadow at this season without seeing ducks.

That is probably a marsh hawk, flying low over the water and then skirting the meadow's copsy edge, when abreast, from its apparently triangular wings, reminding me of a smaller gull. Saw more afterward.

A hawk above Ball's Hill which, though with a distinct white rump, I think was not the harrier but sharp-shinned, from its broadish, mothlike form, light and slightly spotted beneath, with head bent downward, watching for prey.

A great gull, though it is so fair and the wind northwest, fishing over the flooded meadow. He slowly circles round and hovers with flapping wings in the air over particular spots, repeatedly returning there and sailing quite low over the water, ;with long, narrow, pointed wings, trembling throughout their length.

Hawks much about water at this season.

If you make the least correct observation of nature this year, you will have occasion to repeat it with illustrations the next, and the season and life itself is prolonged.

I am surprised to see how much in warm places the high blueberry huds are started, some reddish, some greenish, earlier now than any gooseberries I have noticed.

Several painted tortoises; no doubt have been out a long time.

Walk in and about Tarbell's Swamp. Heard in two distinct places a slight, more prolonged croak, somewhat like the toad. This? Or a frog? It is a warmer sound than I have heard yet, as if dreaming outdoors were possible.

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