Monday, April 3, 2017

In Ricketson’s shanty.

April 3.

In Ricketson’s shanty. 

R. has seen white bellied swallows more than a week. I walk down the side of the river and see Walton’s ice-boat left on the bank.

Hear R. describing to Alcott his bachelor uncle James Thornton. 

When he awakes in the morning he lights the fire in his stove (all prepared) with a match on the end of a stick, without getting up. When he gets up he first attends to his ablutions, being personally very clean, cuts off a head of tobacco to clean his teeth with, eats a hearty breakfast, sometimes, it was said, even buttering his sausages. Then he goes to a relative’s store and reads the Tribune till dinner, sitting in a corner with his back to those who enter. Goes to his boarding—house and dines, eats an apple or two, and then in the afternoon frequently goes about the solution of some mathematical problem (having once been a schoolmaster), which often employs him a week.

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, April 3, 1857



Daniel Ricketson. See Mapping Thoreau Country

Walton’s ice-boat left on the bank
. Walton Ricketson:  Daniel's son. See June 28, 1856 ("Walton was named from I. Walton, the angler . . ."); September 29, 1855 (" R.’s sons Arthur and Walton were just returning from tautog-fishing in Buzzard’s Bay . . .")


April 3. See A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, April 3

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 © 2009-2022

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