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Wednesday, June 15, 2016

To some woods southwest of Worcester

June 15

Mrs. Brown reads a letter from John Downs in Philadelphia to Mr. Brown, in which he remembers his early youth in Shrewsbury and the pout accompanied by her young. 

A Miss Martha Le Barron describes to me a phosphorescence on the beach at night in Narragansett Bay. They wrote their names with some minute creatures on the sand. 

7:45 AM June 15, 2026

P. M. — To some woods southwest of Worcester. 

The moist bass bark just stripped from a sapling smells very like a cucumber. All three of us were struck by it. 

A night-flowering cereus opens three or four times at a Mrs. Newton’s while I am there. Once it opened at about 9 P. M., and closed and drooped and came to an end like a wet rag wrung out, at daylight. Transient as my mushroom. Was about a foot in diameter, but an ordinary stem, like the turkey’s feet. 

Diervilla well out.

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, June 15, 1856

A Miss Martha Le Barron describes to me a phosphorescence on the beach at night in Narragansett Bay. They wrote their names with some minute creatures on the sand."}; See The Maine Woods ((July 24, 1857) (" Getting up some time after midnight to collect the scattered brands together, while my companions were sound asleep, I observed, partly in the fire, which had ceased to blaze, a perfectly regular elliptical ring of light . . . phosphorescent wood, which I had so often heard of, but never chanced to see."); September 16, 1857 (“Watson gave me three glow-worms which he found by the roadside in Lincoln last night. They exhibit a greenish light, only under the caudal extremity, and intermittingly, or at will.")

June 15. See A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, June 15

Moist bass bark just stripped 
from a sapling smells very
like a cucumber.

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