methinks I should hear with indifference if a trustworthy messenger were to inform me that the sun drowned himself last night
11.10.2006
Thoreau's Journal: 10-Nov-1858
From Fair Haven Hill, using my glass, I think that I can see some of the snow of the 7th still left on the brow of Uncannuc. It is a light line, lying close along under the edge of a wood which covers the summit, which has protected it. I can understand how much nearer they must feel to winter who live in plain sight of that than we do. I think that I could not have detected the edge of the forest if it had not been for the snow.
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