Thoreau writes in his journal:
The pond is no more frozen than on the 20th. I see where a rabbit has hopped across it in the slosh last night, making a track larger than a man’s ordinarily is (Journal, 11:374-375).
Thoreau writes in his journal:
The pond is no more frozen than on the 20th. I see where a rabbit has hopped across it in the slosh last night, making a track larger than a man’s ordinarily is (Journal, 11:374-375).
