The snow is so deep and the cold so intense that the crows are compelled to be very bold in seeking their food, and come very near the houses in the village. One is now walking about and pecking the dung in the street in front of Frank Monroe's.
To Fair Haven Hill. I see where the squirrels have torn the pine cones in pieces to come at their seeds. And in some cases the mice have nibbled the buds of the pitch pines, where the plumes have been bent down by the snow. The Blue Hills of Milton are now white.
Just before sunset there were few clouds or specks to be seen in the western sky, but the sun gets down lower, and many dark clouds are made visible, their sides toward us being darkened. In the bright light they were but floating feathers of vapor; now they swell into dark evening clouds.
It is a fair sunset, with many purplish fishes in the horizon, pinkish and golden with bright edges; like a school of purplish whales, they sail or float down from the north; or like leopards' skins they hang in the west. If the sun goes behind a cloud, it is still reflected from the least haziness or vapor in that part of the sky, the air is so clear; and the afterglow is remarkably long.
And now the blaze is put out, and only a few glowing clouds, like the flickering light of the fire, skirt the west. And now only the brands and embers, mixed with smoke, make an Indian red along the horizon.
And the new moon and the evening star, close together, preside over the twilight scene.
The thermometer was at 21° this morning.
H. D. Thoreau, Journal, January 23, 1852
One is now walking about and pecking the dung in the street in front of Frank Monroe’s See . February 27, 1857 ("They are picking the cow-dung scattered about, apparently for the worms, etc., it contains”)
And the new moon and the evening star, close together, preside over the twilight scene. See December 23, 1851 (“The evening star is shining brightly, and, beneath all, the west horizon is glowing red . . . and just above the horizon, the narrowest imaginable white sickle of the new moon.”)
To Fair Haven Hill. I see where the squirrels have torn the pine cones in pieces to come at their seeds. And in some cases the mice have nibbled the buds of the pitch pines, where the plumes have been bent down by the snow. The Blue Hills of Milton are now white.
Just before sunset there were few clouds or specks to be seen in the western sky, but the sun gets down lower, and many dark clouds are made visible, their sides toward us being darkened. In the bright light they were but floating feathers of vapor; now they swell into dark evening clouds.
It is a fair sunset, with many purplish fishes in the horizon, pinkish and golden with bright edges; like a school of purplish whales, they sail or float down from the north; or like leopards' skins they hang in the west. If the sun goes behind a cloud, it is still reflected from the least haziness or vapor in that part of the sky, the air is so clear; and the afterglow is remarkably long.
And now the blaze is put out, and only a few glowing clouds, like the flickering light of the fire, skirt the west. And now only the brands and embers, mixed with smoke, make an Indian red along the horizon.
And the new moon and the evening star, close together, preside over the twilight scene.
The thermometer was at 21° this morning.
H. D. Thoreau, Journal, January 23, 1852
One is now walking about and pecking the dung in the street in front of Frank Monroe’s See . February 27, 1857 ("They are picking the cow-dung scattered about, apparently for the worms, etc., it contains”)
And the new moon and the evening star, close together, preside over the twilight scene. See December 23, 1851 (“The evening star is shining brightly, and, beneath all, the west horizon is glowing red . . . and just above the horizon, the narrowest imaginable white sickle of the new moon.”)
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