Rainy day.

November 6. 

Yesterday was a still and cloudy day. This is another rainy day. 

On the whole, we have had a good deal of fair weather the last three months. Mr. Buttrick, the marketman, says he has been to Boston twenty-seven times since the first of August, and has not got wet till to-day, though he rides in an open wagon. 

I guessed at Goodwin’s age on the 1st. He is hale and stout and looks younger than he is, and I took care to set him high enough. I guessed he was fifty-five, and he said that if he lived two or three months longer he would be fifty-six.

He then guessed at my age, thought I was forty. 

He thought that Emerson was a very young-looking man for his age, “But,” said he, “he has not been out o’ nights as much as you have.” 

Some horse-chestnuts are still thickly leaved and yellow, not withered.

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, November 6, 1858

I guessed at Goodwin’s age on the 1st. See November 4, 1858 ("On the 1st, when I stood on Poplar Hill, I saw a man. . .took out my glass, and beheld Goodwin, the one-eyed Ajax, in his short blue frock, short and square-bodied, as broad as for his height he can afford to be.")