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Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Cooler nights.

August 17

We have cooler nights of late.

See at Pout’s Nest two solitary tattlers. They seem to like a muddier shore than the peetweet.

Hear a whip-poor-will sing to-night.

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, August 17, 1860

Pout’s Nest:  HDT's name for Wyman's Meadow near Walden. See note to July 26, 1860 (I see a bream swimming about in that smaller pool by Walden in Hubbard's Wood. . . So they may be well off in the Wyman meadow or Pout's Nest.")


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