Monday, January 28, 2019

Like a bullet that strikes a wall.


January 28. 

Melvin tells me that one with whom he deals below says that the best musquash skins come from Concord River, and it is because our musquash are so fat. M. says that they eat apples, and he has seen where they have eaten acorns, and Isaiah Green told him and convinced him that they ate his seed-corn in the hill. He weighed a very large one the other day, and it weighed five pounds. Thinks they would not commonly weigh more than three. 

January 28, 2019

When you have been deprived of your usual quantity of sleep for several nights, you sleep much more soundly for it, and wake up suddenly like a bullet that strikes a wall.

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, January 28, 1859

The best musquash skins. See August 2, 1858 (“Their skins used to be worth fifty cents apiece.”) See also January 29, 1859 ("Many are out in boats, steering outside the ice of the river over the newly flooded meadows, shooting musquash. ");A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, the Musquash

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