Thoreau's Journal: 23-Jun-1852

I am inclined to think that my hat, whose lining is gathered in midway so as to make a shelf, is about as good a botany-box as I could have and far more convenient, and there is something in the darkness and the vapors that arise from the head—at least if you take a bath—which preserves flowers through a long walk.

1 comment:

Jack Saturday said...

A sturdy man in a tough coat with a little sailboat and a spyglass carrying flowers in his hat!