Thoreau writes in his journal:
After crossing the Arrowhead Fields, we see a woodchuck run along and climb to the top of a wall and sit erect there,—our first . . .
Looking up through this soft and warm southwest wind, I notice the conspicuous shadow of Middle Conantum Cliff, now at 3 P.M., and elsewhere the shade of a few apple trees,—their trunks and boughs . . .
