When the air is thick and the sky overcast, we need not walk so far. We give our attention to nearer objects, being less distracted from them. I take occasion to explore some near wood which my walks commonly overshoot.
What a difference it makes between two ravines in other respects exactly similar that in the one there is a stream which drains it, while the other is dry!
I see nowadays in various places the scattered feathers of robins, etc., where some hawk or beast of prey has torn them to pieces.
I step over the slip-noose which some woodling has just set. How long since men set snares for partridges and rabbits?
Ah, my friends, I know you better than you think, and love you better, too. The day after never, we will have an explanation.
2 comments:
Such a wonderful blog! I'm a devote fan of Thoureau since I read "Walden" 15 years ago in gorgeous Montana! I link this Thoreau's Journal to my blog: Farrapos de Gaita (http://blogs.lavozdegalicia.es/luispousa/)
Thanks a lot!
Luis Pousa (Spain)
good blog ,first come here
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