Thoreau writes in his journal:
P.M.—To Hill.
As I rise the east side of the Hill, I hear the distant faint peep of hylodes and the tut tut of croaking frogs from the west of the Hill . . .
An Irishman is digging a ditch for a foundation wall to a new shop where James Adams shop stood. He tells me that he dug up three cannon-balls just in the rear of the shop lying within a foot of each other and about eighteen inches beneath the surface . . .
Thoreau plots a cemetery lot for Louis A. Surrette (Moss, 11).
