Now, with a clear sky and bright weather, we see many dark streaks and patches where the surface of the ocean is rippled by fishes, mostly menhaden, far and wide, in countless myriads, such the populousness of the sea.
Occasionally, when near, can see their shining sides appear —and the mackerel gulls dive. Also see bass, whiting, cod, etc., turn up their bellies, near the shore.
The distant horizon a narrow blue line from distance like mountains.
H. D. Thoreau, Journal , July 9, 1855
July 9. See A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, July 9
A Book of the 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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