Saturday, June 19, 2010

To Flint's Pond


June 19.

June 19, 2020

The devil's-needles now abound in wood-paths and about the Ripple Lakes. Even if your eyes were shut you would know they were there, hearing the rustling of their wings as they flit by in pursuit of one another.


I follow a distinct fox-path amid the grass and bushes for some forty rods beyond Britton's Hollow, leading from the great fox-hole. It branches on reaching the peach-orchard. 


No doubt by these routes they oftenest go and return to their hole. As broad as a cart-wheel, and at last best seen when you do not look too hard for it.


H. D. Thoreau, Journal, June 19, 1860

A fox-path beyond Britton's Hollow, leading from the great fox-hole. See April 9, 1859 ("A large fox-hole in Britton's hollow, lately dug; an ox-cartload of sand, or more, thrown up on the hill side.")

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