Henry David Thoreau
by E. Clark
Thoreau and the Art of Life
Reflections on Nature and the Mystery of Existence
Walden Then & Now
An Alphabetical Tour of Henry Thoreau's Pond
The Portable Thoreau
Walden and Civil Disobedience
Thumbing Through Thoreau
A Book of Quotations by Henry David Thoreau
Walden, or Life in the Woods
Reading by Brett Barry.
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4.30 a.m. A low fog on the meadows, but not so much as last night -a
low incense frosting them. The clouds scattered wisps in the sky, like
a squadron thrown into disorder at the approach of the sun. The sun now
gilds an eastern cloud a broad, bright, coppery-golden edge, fiery
bright, notwithstanding which the protuberances of the cloud cast dark
shadows ray-like up into the day.
A new season. The earth looks like a debauchee after the sultry night. Birds sing at this hour as in the spring. You hear that spitting, dumping frog and the bullfrogs occasionally still, for the heat is scarcely less than the last night. No toads now. The white lily is budded.
There seems to have intervened no night. The heat of the day is unabated. You perspire before sunrise. The bullfrogs boom still. The river appears covered with an almost imperceptible blue film. The sun is not yet over the bank. What wealth in a stagnant river! There is music in every sound in the morning atmosphere. As I look up over the bay, I see the reflections of the meadow woods and the Hosmer hill at a distance, the tops of the trees cut off by a slight ripple. Even the fine grasses on the near bank are distinctly reflected. Owing to these reflections of the distant woods and hills, you seem to be paddling into a vast hollow country, doubly novel and interesting. Thus the voyageur is lured onward to fresh pastures.
The fisherman offers you mackerel this sultry weather.
June 16, 1852
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