Thoreau writes in his journal:
All day a drizzling rain, ever and anon holding up with driving mists . . . Went into Tommy Wheeler’s house, where still stands the spinning wheel, and even the loom, home-made. Great pitch pine timbers overhead, fifteen or sixteen inches in diameter, telling of the primitive forest here . . . Some one has cut a hole in the ice at Jenny’s Brook, and set a steel trap under water, and suspended a large piece of meat over it, for a bait for a mink, apparently.
