Showing posts with label Walpole. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Walpole. Show all posts

Sunday, September 11, 2016

A fine view of the Connecticut valley from the hilltop

September 11

P. M. — Walked over what Alcott calls Farm Hill, east of his house. 

Erigeron annuus, four feet high, by roadside; also Ranunculus Pennsylvanicus, or bristly crowfoot, still in bloom. Vide press. 

A fine view of the Connecticut valley from the hilltop, and of Ascutney Mountain, but not of Monadnock. Descended a steep side of the hill by a cow-path, made with great judgment regularly zigzag, well worn and deep. 

Visited the graveyard and Colonel Benjamin Bellows, the founder's, gravestone and more recent monument. 

In the evening read an interesting pamphlet account of the Bellows family of Walpole, prepared by Dr. Bellows of New York, on occasion of the family gathering and erection of the monument. A large part of the inhabitants of Walpole are descendants of Colonel B. Bellows. The writer quotes from a paper in "the Cheshire Gazette of April 28, 1826," "understood to be prepared by our respected townsman, Dr. Morse," Dr. B. saying first, "A Mrs. Watson of Germantown, Pennsylvania, was alive in 1826, who resided in Walpole in 1762, then only 8 years old," but she had a remarkable memory. 

He then quotes Morse, who states that her father came and built a house in Walpole in 1762. "The roof of the house was covered with bark, and the gable ends remained open some time, which enabled them to hear the barking of foxes, the howling of wolves, and the cries of the panther, while sitting before the fire. The latter resembled the voice of a woman in distress, and [seemed] intended to decoy people into the woods, where the salutations of these roving gentry were apt to prove troublesome, unless prevented by the presence of fire-arms." According to this woman (and Morse), "a shad was taken near the falls which had a rattlesnake's head in its stomach." Dr. B. states that there is a tradition that the founder, Colonel B., once killed, on Fall Mountain, two bears and a very large panther, which last alarmed him considerably. According to Morse and the woman, "a large portion of pin money was derived from the sale of golden thread, ginseng, and snakeroot, which were procured from their [the ladies'] own hands." This should probably be "lands," or the preposition, "by.”

In Alcott's yard, sprung up from his bird's seed, hemp, like common except fragrant. These are the plants I obtained on this excursion . . .

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, September 11, 1856

A fine view of the Connecticut valley from the hilltop, and of Ascutney Mountain. See September 13, 1856 ("No view I have had of the Connecticut Valley, at Brattleboro or Walpole, is equal to that of the Concord from Nawshawtuct.")

The barking of foxes, the howling of wolves, and the cries of the panther. See note to September 9, 1856 ("The most interesting sight I saw in Brattleboro was the skin and skull of a panther.")

From Alcott’s Journal:
Thoreau is persistency manly and independent as of old. His criticisms on men and the times as characteristic, individual, and urged with all the honest pertinacity befitting a descent of the Scandinavian Thor. A man of a genealogy like his — Franko-Norman-Scottish-American — may well be forgiven for a little foolhardiness, if not pugnacity, amidst his great common sense and faithfulness to the core of natural things.  ... 

In the evening Thoreau reads Dr. Bellow’s Historical Sketch of the Founder’s Family, and takes all there is known of Walpole to bed with him, to be used for such ornaments of his jaunt this day as our traveller’s humour shall dictate.

Bronson Alcott's Journals
Selected Thoreau entries, from 1848 to 1862

September 11. See A Book of the Seasons,  by Henry Thoreau,  September 11 

A fine view of the 
Connecticut valley and
Ascutney Mountain.


A Book of the Seasons
,  by Henry Thoreau
 "A book, each page written in its own season,
out-of-doors, in its own locality."
 ~edited, assembled and rewritten by zphx ©  2009-2026

https://tinyurl.com/hdt-560911

Monday, September 5, 2016

Women and children are already picking hops in the fields, in the shade of large white sheets, like sails.

September 5

Friday. To Brattleboro, Vt.


September 5
 Will not the prime of goldenrods and asters be just before the first severe frosts ? 

As I ride along in the cars, I think that the ferns, etc., are browned and crisped more than usual at this season, on account of the very wet weather. 

Found on reaching Fitchburg that there was an interval of three and a half hours between this and the Brattleboro train, and so walked on, on the track, with shouldered valise. Had observed that the Nashua River in Shirley was about one mile west of Groton Junction, if I should ever want to walk there. 

Observed by railroad, in Fitchburg, low slippery elm shrubs with great, rough, one-sided leaves. 

Solidago lanceolata past prime, a good deal. 

Aster puniceus in prime. 

About one mile from West Fitchburg depot, westward, I saw the panicled elderberries on the railroad but just beginning to redden, though it is said to ripen long before this. 

As I was walking through Westminster, I remembered that G. B. Emerson says that he saw a handsome clump of the Salix lucida on an island in Meeting-House Pond in this town, and, looking round, I saw a shrub of it by the railroad, about one mile west of West Fitchburg depot, and several times afterward within a mile or two. Also in the brook behind Mr. Alcott's house in Walpole, N. H. 

Took the cars again in Westminster. The scenery began to be mountainous and interesting in Royalston and Athol, but was more so in Erving. 

In Northfield first observed fields of broom-corn very common, Sorghum saccharatum, taller than corn. Alcott says they bend down the heads before they gather them, to fit them for brooms. 


Hereabouts women and children are already picking hops in the fields, in the shade of large white sheets, like sails.

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, September 5, 1856

Aster puniceus in prime. See September 5, 1853 ("An island of Aster puniceus, one rod in diameter, - one mass of flowers five feet high.") See also October 7, 1857 ("Crossing Depot Brook, I see many yellow butterflies fluttering about the Aster puniceus, still abundantly in bloom there."); November 5. 1855 ("Crossing the Depot Field Brook, I observe the downy, fuzzy globular tops of the Aster puniceus.")

Hereabouts women and children are already picking hops. See September 6, 1852 ("Girls picking hops in Townsend. ")

September 5. See A Book of the Seasons,  by Henry Thoreau,  September 5
 
Women and children 
in fields picking hops in the
shade of large white sheets. 


A Book of the Seasons
,  by Henry Thoreau
 "A book, each page written in its own season,
out-of-doors, in its own locality."
 ~edited, assembled and rewritten by zphx ©  2009-2026

https://tinyurl.com/hdt-560905


Saturday, July 4, 2015

Arriving late for sail to Provincetown


July 4

To Boston on way to Cape Cod with C. 

The schooner Melrose is advertised to make her first trip to Provincetown this morning at eight.

We reach City Wharf at 8.30. 
“Well, Captain Crocker, how soon do you start?" 
 “To-morrow morning at 9 o’clock.”  
“But you have advertised to leave at 8 this morning.” 
 “I know it, but we are going to lay over till to-morrow.” !!! 
So we have to spend the day in Boston, —at Athenaeum gallery, Alcott’s, and at the regatta.

Lodge at Alcott’s, who is about moving to Walpole.

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, July 4, 1855

July 4, 2025

See Letter To H.G.O. Blake ("North Truro, July 8, 1855. There being no packet, I did not leave Boston till last Thursday, though I came down on Wednesday, and Charming with me . . .You will find either the schooner Melrose or another, or both, leaving Commerce Street, or else T Wharf, at 9 A. M. (it commonly means 10), Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays, – if not other days. We left about 10 A. M., and reached Provincetown at 5 P. very good run ")

Regatta: the seccond annual Boston City Regatta.

The schooner Melrose –
her first trip to Provincetown 
this morning at eight.

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