"I have occasional visits on
long winter evenings, when the
snow falls fast and wind howls in the
wood, from an old settler and original proprietor, reported to have dug
Walden Pond, stoned it, and fringed it with
He tells me
stories of old times and of
a new eternity.
us we manage to pass a cheerful
evening with social
mirth and pleasant views of things, even without apples or cider, a most
wise and humorous friend,
whom I love much, who keeps himself secret.
Though he is thought to be
dead, none can show where he is
An elderly dame dwells in my neighborhood,
invisible to most, in whose
odorous herb garden I
stroll sometimes, gathering and
listening to her fables.
She has a genius of unequaled fertility, and her
memory runs back farther
than mythology, and she can tell me the
original of every fable, and on
what fact every one is founded, for the incidents occurred when she was young.
A ruddy and lusty old
dame, who delights in all weathers and seasons, and is likely to
outlive all her children yet." -
Henry David Thoreau
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