September 5.
Spent a part of the forenoon in the woods in the northwest part of Acton, searching for a stone suitable for a millstone for my lead-mill.
H. D. Thoreau, Journal, September 5, 1859
The Thoreaus gave up making pencils in 1853, and instead sold ground graphite, plumbago, for electrotyping. When John Thoreau died in 1859, Henry took over the business. See New England Historical Society, How the Thoreau Pencil Wrote, and Paid for, Walden; February 3, 1859 (Five minutes before 3 P. M., Father died")
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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