I hear the rustle of the leaves from woods which he goes through.

November 7. 

You will sometimes see a sudden wave flow along a puny ditch of a brook, inundating all its shores, when a musquash is making his escape beneath. He soon plunges into some hole in the bank under water, and all is still again. 

P. M. — To Bateman’s Pond with R. W. E. 

Stedman Buttrick, speaking of R. W. E.'s cow that was killed by lightning and not found for some days, said that they heard a “bellering” of the cows some days before they found her, and they found the ground much trampled about the dead cow; that that was the way with cows in such cases; if such an accident happened to one of their number, they would have spells of gathering around her and “bellering.” 

Minott adorns whatever part of nature he touches; whichever way he walks he transfigures the earth for me. If a common man speaks of Walden Pond to me, I see only a shallow, dull-colored body of water without reflections or peculiar color, but if Minott speaks of it, I see the green water and reflected hills at once, for he has been there. I hear the rustle of the leaves from woods which he goes through. 

This has been another Indian-summer day. Thermometer 58° at noon.

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, November 7, 1857

I hear the rustle of the leaves from woods which he goes through. See November 6, 1857 ("Minott is a very pleasing figure in nature. He improves every scenery. . ."); September 30, 1857 ("Minott says he is seventy-five years old. "); January 8, 1857 ("Minott says he has lived where he now does as much as sixty years. He has not been up in town for three years, on account of his rheumatism "); March 23, 1854 ("Minott confesses to me to-day that he has not been to Boston since the last war, or 1815. . . .”); October 2, 1858 ("Minott told me yesterday that he had never seen the seashore but once, and that was Noddle’s Island in the War of 1812") and  note to October 4, 1851 ("Minott is, perhaps, the most poetical farmer — who most realizes to me the poetry of the farmer's life — that I know . . . He loves to walk in a swamp in windy weather and hear the wind groan through the pines.");