Henry David Thoreau
by Jeff Aeling
Clouds Over Cold Creek
by Ronda Waiksnis
Yellow Shafted Flicker
Thoreau the Land Surveyor
The Journal of Henry David Thoreau: 1837-1861
and Other Natural History Essays
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 last four or five days it has been very hot and we have been threatened with thundershowers every afternoon, which interfered with my long walk, though we had not much.
Now, at 2pm, I hear again the loud thunder and see the dark clouds in the west. Some small and nearer clouds are floating past, white against the dark-blue distant one.
The night is rapidly gathering her forces in deepening lines of shade under the east side of the willow causeway and the woods. Now the sun has dipped into the western ocean. He is one half below the horizon, and I see lines of distinct forest trees, miles and miles away on some ridge, now revealed against his disk. It takes many a western woodland - go far enough, a whole Iowa - to spare it.
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