The recent water-line at Walden is quite distinct.

December 8. 

Another Indian-summer day. 

Saw some puffballs in the woods, wonderfully full of sulphur-like dust, which yellowed my shoes, greenish-yellow. 

The recent water-line at Walden is quite distinct, though like the limit of a shadow, on the alders about eighteen inches above the present level.

One cannot burn or bury even his old shoes without a feeling of sadness and compassion; much more his old body, without a slight sense of guilt.

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, December 8, 1852

Wonderfully full of sulphur-like dust, which yellowed my shoes, greenish-yellow. Compare June 29, 1858 ("Walking in the white pine wood there, I find that my shoes and, indeed, my hat are covered with the greenish-yellow pollen of the white pines,. . .My shoes are green-yellow, or yellow-green, even the next day with it.")

The recent water-line at Walden is quite distinct, See December 5, 1852 ("This great rise of the pond after an interval of many years, and the water standing at this great height for a year or more, kills the shrubs and trees about its edge")

Burn or bury old shoes.  See December 3, 1856 ("The man who has bought his boots feels like him who has got in his winter's wood.”); December 6, 1859 ("That is an era, when, in the beginning of the winter, you change from the shoes of summer to the boots of winter.")