Monday, September 13, 2010

Rising waters.

September 13.

The river this morning, about 7 A.M., is already twenty-eight and a half inches above summer level, and more than twenty inches of this is owing to the rain of yesterday and last night!! I see a snake swimming on the middle of the tide, far from shore, washed out of the meadow, and myriads of grasshoppers and beetles, etc., are wrecked or clinging to the weeds and stubble that rises above the flood. At evening the river is five inches higher than in the morning.

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, September 13, 1860

Myriads of grasshoppers and beetles, etc., are wrecked or clinging to the weeds and stubble that rises above the flood. See August 26, 1856 ("The flooded meadow, where the grasshoppers cling to the grass so thickly, is alive with swallows skimming just over the surface amid the grass-tops and apparentlysnapping up insects there.”); August 25, 1856 ("Some have seven or eight grasshoppers, clinging to their masts, one close and directly above an other, like shipwrecked sailors, now the third or fourth day exposed.”)

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