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Monday, August 7, 2017

Heading home from Maine by boat and train.

August 7. 

August 7, 2017









Friday. P. M. — Take cars for Portland, and at evening the boat for Boston. 

A great deal of cat-tail flag by railroad between Penobscot and Kennebec. 

Fine large ponds about Belgrade.

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, August 7, 1857
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