Thoreau writes in his journal:
As I am paddling up the north side above the Hemlocks, I am attracted by the singular shadows of the white lily pads on the rich-brown muddy bottom . . .
I landed to get the wood pewee nest in the Lee Wood . . .
Thoreau writes in his journal:
As I am paddling up the north side above the Hemlocks, I am attracted by the singular shadows of the white lily pads on the rich-brown muddy bottom . . .
I landed to get the wood pewee nest in the Lee Wood . . .