July 5.
Another very hot night, and scarcely any dew this morning.
P.M. -- To White Pond. One hundred and nine swallows on telegraph-wire at bridge within eight rods, and others flying about.
On Lupine Knoll pick up a dark-colored spear-head three and a half inches long, lying on the bare sand; so hot that I can not long hold it tight in my hand.
H. D. Thoreau, Journal, July 5, 1854
One hundred and nine swallows on telegraph-wire See July 29, 1858 ("I see nowadays . . . young swallows on the telegraph wire.")
On Lupine Knoll pick up a dark-colored spear-head. See July 5, 1857 ("At Clamshell I found three arrowheads and a small Indian chisel for my guests.")
New and collected mind-prints. by Zphx. Following H.D.Thoreau 170 years ago today. Seasons are in me. My moods periodical -- no two days alike.
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