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Friday, November 27, 2015

There is little now to be heard along the river

November 27

P. M. — By river to J. Farmer’s.

I told him I saw a mink. He said he would have given me $1.50 and perhaps something more for him. I hear that he gives $1.75, and sells them again at a profit. They are used to trim ladies’ coats with, among other things. 

A mink skin which he showed me was a darker brown than the one I saw last (he says they changed suddenly to darker about a fortnight since); and the tail was nearly all black.

There is little now to be heard along the river but the sedge rustling on the brink. There is a little ice along most of the shore throughout the day.

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, November 27, 1855

I told him I saw a mink. See November 17, 1855 ("Mink seem to be more commonly seen now . . .”)

I hear that he gives $1.75, and sells them again at a profit. See March 15, 1855 ("He sells about a hundred mink skins in a year. . . .He says (I think) a mink’s skin is worth two dollars!”)

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