To Bangor.

September 21.

Started at 7 A. M., Wednesday.

In Guilford I went into a clapboard-mill on the Piscataquis.

In this town we took a new route, keeping the north side of the Piscataquis at first, through Foxcroft, Dover (quite a town), Garland, Charleston, East Corinth, Levant, Glenburn, and Hermon, to Bangor.

Saw robins in flocks going south.

Rode in the rain again.

A few oaks near Bangor.

Rained all day, which prevented the view of Ktaadn, otherwise to be seen in very many places.

Stumps cut high, showing the depth of the snows.

Straight roads and long hills.

The country was level to the eye for twenty or thirty miles toward the Penobscot Valley.

Most towns have an academy.

Even away up to ward the lake we saw a sort of gallows erected near one for the pupils to exercise upon.

I had not dreamed of such degeneracy so hard upon the primitive wilderness.

The white pines near Bangor perfectly parti-colored and falling to-day. 

Reached Bangor at dark.


H. D. Thoreau, Journal, September 21, 1853

The white pines near Bangor perfectly parti-colored and falling to-day. See September 20, 1851 ("White pines on Fair Haven Hill begin to look parti-colored.")