26 February 1857

by layman k

Feb. 26. Cold and windy. The river fast going down. Paint the bottom of my boat.
    What an accursed land, methinks unfit for the habitation of man, where the wild animals are monkeys!
    I saw Mrs. Brooks’s spiraeas today grown half an inch (! !), whose starting I heard of on the 18th.

from the journals of Henry David Thoreau