Thoreau writes in his journal:
Found a nest of tortoise eggs, apparently buried last night, which I brought home, ten in all,—one lying wholly on the surface,—and buried in the garden . . .
P.M.—Up Assabet to Garlic Wall . . .
7 P.M.—To Cliff by railroad . . .
1 See also entries 18 June, 10 and 30 July, 26 August, and 2-4, 9, 11, and 16 September.
