Thoreau writes in his journal:
2 P.M.—To the powder-mills via Harrington’s, returning by railroad.
The road through the pitch pine woods beyond J. Hosmer’s is very pleasant to me, curving under the pines, without a fence,—the sandy road, with the pines close abutting on it, yellow in the sun and lowbranched, with younger pines filling up all to the ground. I love to see a sandy road like this curving through a pitch pine wood where the trees closely border it without fences . . .