Am surprised this morning to see how much the river is swollen by the rain of day before yesterday.
The channel, or river itself, is still covered with ice, but the meadows are broad sheets of dark-blue water, contrasting with the white patches of snow still left.
The ice on the river rises with the water while it remains attached to the bottom on each side, and is heaved up and cracked in consequence along the line of the willows:
All the water on the meadows lies over ice and snow.
H. D. Thoreau, Journal, January 14, 1854
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