the Thoreau Log. 19 December 1850. Concord, Mass. Thoreau writes in his journal: The wild apples are frozen as hard as stones, and rattle in my pockets, but I find that they soon thaw when I get to my chamber and yield a sweet cider (Journal, 2:126). Log Index Log Pages Select... 1817-1832183318341835183618371838183918401841184218431844184518461847184818491850185118521853185418551856185718581859186018611862
