Thoreau writes in his journal:
Walked to the hills south of Wayland by the road by Deacon Farrar’s. First vista just beyond Merron’s (?), looking west down a valley, with a verdant columned elm at the extremity of the vale and the blue hills and horizon beyond . . . Another glorious vista with a wide horizon at the yellow Dutch house, just over the Wayland line, by the black spruce, heavy and dark as night, which we could see two or three miles as a landmark . . . Came back across lots to the black spruce. Now, at 8.30 o’clock P.M., I hear the dreaming of the frogs.
