Thursday, July 28, 2011

Monday morning sail.

July 28.

Sail to the Gurnet, which runs down seven miles into the bay from Marshfield. Hear the peep of the beach-bird. See ringnecks in company with peeps. 

They tell of eagles flying low over the island lately.

Go by Saquish. Gather a basketful of Irish moss bleached on the beach. See a field full of pink-blossomed potatoes at the lighthouse, also some French barley. Old fort and barracks by lighthouse. 

Visit lobster houses or huts there, where they use lobsters to catch bait for lobsters. To obtain bait is sometimes the main thing.

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, July 28, 1851

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