July 6.
Rode to North Truro very early in the stage or covered wagon, on the new road, which is just finished as far as East Harbor Creek.
Blackfish on the shore.
Walked from post-office to lighthouse. Fog till eight or nine, and short grass very wet.
Board at James Small’s, the lighthouse, at $3.50 the week.
Polygala polygama well out, flat, ray-wise, all over the fields. Cakile Americana, sea-rocket, the large weed of the beach, some time and going to seed, on beach. Pasture thistle (Cirsium pumilum), out some time. A great many white ones.
The boy, Isaac Small, got eighty bank swallows’ eggs out of the clay-bank, i. e. above the clay. Small says there are a few great gulls here in summer.
I see small (?) yellow-legs. Many crow blackbirds in the dry fields hopping about.
Upland plover near the lighthouse breeding. Small once cut off one’s wing when mowing in the field next the lighthouse as she sat on her eggs.
Many seringo-birds, apparently like ours.
They say mackerel have just left the Bay, and fishermen have gone to the eastward for them. Some, however, are catching cod and halibut on the back side.
Cape measures two miles in width here on the great chart.
H. D. Thoreau, Journal, July 6, 1855
Board at James Small’s, the lighthouse, at $3.50 the week. See June 18, 1857 ("Small says that the lighthouse was built about sixty years ago.")
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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