Bitter cold.

January 29.

A very cold morning. Thermometer, or mercury, 18° below zero.

Tonight I feel it stinging cold as I come up the street at 9 o'clock; it bites my ears and face, but the stars shine all the brighter.

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, January 29, 1854

Thermometer, or mercury, 18° below zero. See February 6, 1855 ("They say it did not rise above -6° to-day.”); January 9, 1856 ("Probably it has been below zero for the greater part of the day."); January 23, 1857 (The coldest day that I remember recording. . .")

A Book of the Seasons,  by Henry Thoreau,  January 29

A Book of the Seasons,  by Henry Thoreau

 "A book, each page written in its own season, 

out-of-doors, in its own locality."

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