Thoreau writes in his journal:
This morning the ground is again covered with snow, deeper than before. In the afternoon walked to the east part of Lincoln. Saw a tree on the turnpike full of hickory-nuts which had an agreeable appearance. Saw also quite a flock of the pine grosbeak, a plump and handsome bird as big as a robin. When returning between hear Hill and the railroad, the sun had set and there was a very clear amber light in the west, and, turning about, we were surprised tit the darkness in the cast, the crescent of night, almost as if the air were thick, a thick snow-storm were gathering, which, as we had faced the west, we were not prepared for; yet the air was clear.
