Sunday, December 15, 2019

The philosophy of firewood.

December 15.

 The first kind of snow-storm, or that of yesterday, which ceased in the night after some three inches had fallen, was that kind that makes handsome drifts behind the walls. There are no drifts equal to these behind loosely built stone walls, the wind passing between the stones. Slight as this snow was, these drifts now extend back four or five feet and as high as the wall, on the north side of the Corner Bridge road. The snow is scooped out in the form of easy-chairs, or of shells or plinths, if that is the name for them. The backs of the chairs often inclining to fall off.

A man killed a wild goose a day or two since in Spencer Brook, near Legross's. I hear from J. [?] Moore that one man in Bedford has got eighteen minks the last fall.

Philosophy is a Greek word by good rights, and it stands almost for a Greek thing. Yet some rumor of it has reached the commonest mind.

 M. Miles, who came to collect his wood bill to-day, said, when I objected to the small size of his wood, that it was necessary to split wood fine in order to cure it well, that he had found that wood that was more than four inches in diameter would not dry, and moreover a good deal depended on the manner in which it was corded up in the woods. He piled his high and tightly. If this were not well done the stakes would spread and the wood lie loosely, and so the rain and snow find their way into it. And he added, "I have handled a good deal of wood, and I think that I understand the philosophy of it."

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, December 15, 1859


The first kind of snow-storm.
See December 14, 1859 ("Snow-storms might be classified. This is a fine, dry snow, drifting nearly horizontally from the north, so that it is quite blinding to face,") See   February 9, 1855 ("A very fine and dry snow . . . so dry that but little lodges on the trees. Though I go through drifts up to my middle, it falls off at once and does not adhere to and damp my clothes at all. ") See also A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, Snow-storms might be classified.




The first kind of snow-storm. See December 14, 1859 ("Snow-storms might be classified. This is a fine, dry snow, drifting nearly horizontally from the north, so that it is quite blinding to face,") See also A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, Snow-storms might be classified.

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