Leave Small’s.
Corn-cockle, or rose-campion, a handsome flower, by East Harbor Marsh. Lychnis Githago, how long? Perfect young horseshoe crab shells there. Goosefoot by marsh very spreading, with entire, obovate leaves.
Came up in the Olata, Captain Freeman, a fine yacht. Little wind; were from half past eight into candle-light on water. Melrose and another, which started with us, were ten miles astern when we passed light-boat.
Kept pace awhile with a steamer towing one of Train’s ships far in the north. The steamer looked very far from ship, and some wondered that the interval continued the same for hours.
Smoke stretched perfectly horizontal for miles over the sea, and, by its direction, warned me of a change in the wind before we felt it.
H. D. Thoreau, Journal, July 18, 1855
A Book of Seasons, by Henry Thoreau
"A book, each page written in its own season,
out-of-doors, in its own locality."
~edited, assembled and rewritten by zphx © 2009-2021
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