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All through'the Concord, Bedford, and Billerica meadows we had heard no murmur from its stream, except where some tributary runnel tumbled in, -
Some tumultuous little rill,
Silent flows the parent stream,
Purling round its storied pebble,
And if rocks do lie below,
Tinkling to the selfsame tune,
Smothers with her waves the din,
From September until June,
As it were a youthful sin,
Which no drought doth e'er enfeeble
Just as still and just as slow.
But now at length we heard this staid and primitive river rushing to her fall like any rill.
Henry David Thoreau, A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers, Houghton Mifflin Company, The Riverside Press, Cambridge, 1893, p. 62.
PLACE: Concord River, New England, U.S.A.
TIME: August, September, 1839.
There are few things more disheartening and disgusting than when you are walking the streets of a strange village on the Sabbath, to hear a preacher shouting like a boatswain in a gale of wind, and thus harshly profaning the quiet atmosphere of the day.
Henry David Thoreau, A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers, Houghton Mifflin Company, The Riverside Press, Cambridge, 1893, p. 76.
PLACE: New England, U.S.A.
TIME: 1839.
At a third of a mile over the water we heard distinctly some children repeating their catechism in a cottage near the shore...
Henry David Thoreau, A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers, Houghton Mifflin Company, The Riverside Press, Cambridge, 1893, p. 82.
PLACE: New England, U.S.A.
TIME: 1839.
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