Thoreau's Journal: 30-Apr-1858

I learn that one farmer, seeing me standing a long time still in the midst of a pool (I was watching for hylodes), said that it was his father, who had been drinking some of Pat Haggety’s rum, ansd had lost his way home. So, setting out to lead him home, he discovered that it was I.

1 comment:

gon2marz said...

I was patiently waiting for my thoreau, greg. For a bit there, I could feel the withdrawal symptoms. thanks.