January 15.
It has just been snowing, and this lies in shallow drifts or waves on the Great Meadows, alternate snow and ice.
Skate into a crack, and slide on my side twenty-five feet.
The river-channel dark and rough with fragments of old ice, — polygons of various forms, — cemented together, not strong.
H. D. Thoreau, Journal, January 15, 1855
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