Sunday.
Flannery tells me he is cutting in Holbrook's Swamp, in the Great Meadows, a lonely place. He sees a fox repeatedly there, and also a white weasel,--once with a mouse in its mouth, in the swamp.
H. D.Thoreau, Journal, December 6, 1857
A white weasel. See February 22, 1855 ("Farmer showed me an ermine weasel he caught in a trap three or four weeks ago. . . .All white but the tip of the tail"); February 21, 1855 ("How plain, wholesome, and earthy are the colors of quadrupeds generally! . . . The white of the polar bear, ermine weasel, etc., answers to the snow; . . .There are few or no bluish animals. ")
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