Now they rustle as you walk through them in the woods.

October 22.

This and the last two days Indian-summer weather, following hard on that sprinkling of snow west of Concord. Pretty hard frosts these nights. 

Many leaves fell last night, and the Assabet is covered with their fleets. Now they rustle as you walk through them in the woods. Bass trees are bare. 

The redness of huckleberry bushes is past its prime. 

I see a snapping turtle, not yet in winter quarters. The chickadees are picking the seeds out of pitch pine cones.

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, October 22, 1854

Now they rustle as you walk through them in the woods See October 22, 1857 ("As I go through the woods now, so many oak and other leaves have fallen the rustling noise somewhat disturbs my musing.") See also  October 10, 1851 ("You make a great noise now walking in the woods.”); October 28, 1860 ("We make a great noise going through the fallen leaves in the woods and wood-paths now, so that we cannot hear other sounds. . .”); October 28, 1852 ("I hear no sound but the rustling of the withered leaves, and, on the wooded hilltops, the roar of the wind.")