October 20, 1856 I had gone but little way on the old Carlisle road when I saw Brooks Clark, who is now about eighty and bent like a bow, hastening along the road, barefooted…with an axe in his hand; (he) was in haste perhaps on account of the cold wind on his bare feet. When […]
Henry David Thoreau’s Journal – March 15, 1852
March 15, 1852 This afternoon I throw off my outside coat. A mild spring day. I must hie to the Great Meadows. The air is full of bluebirds. The ground almost entirely bare. The villagers are out in the sun, and every man is happy whose work takes him outdoors. I go by Sleepy Hollow […]