in Thoreau’s Journal:
To the swamp in front of the C. Miles house….There is quite a ravine by which the water of this swamp flows out eastward, and at the bottom of it many prinos berries are conspicuous, now apparently in their prime. They are appointed to be an ornament of this bare season between leaves and snow….
This is a peculiar season, peculiar for its stillness. The crickets have ceased their song. The few birds are well-nigh silent. The tinted and gay leaves are now sere and dead, and the woods wear a sombre aspect.
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