Nantucket to Concord at 7.30 A. M.
Still in mist. The fog was so thick that we were lost on the water; stopped and sounded many times. The clerk said the depth varied from three to eight fathoms between the island and Cape.
Whistled and listened for the locomotive’s answer, but probably heard only the echo of our own whistle at first, but at last the locomotive’s whistle and the life-boat bell.
H. D. Thoreau, Journal, December 29, 1854
Whistled and listened for the locomotive’s answer, but probably heard only the echo of our own whistle at first, but at last the locomotive’s whistle and the life-boat bell.
H. D. Thoreau, Journal, December 29, 1854
See A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, Bells and Whistles
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