in Thoreau’s Journal:
Pm to Fair Haven Hill & by boat to Witch Hazel bush
Were they not the white in tail birds I saw this afternoon? cricket still. After yesterdays clear, windy weather we have today less wind and much haze— It is Indian summer-like. The river has risen yet higher than last night—so that I cut across Hubbard’s meadow with ease— Took up a witch hazel with still some fresh blossoms.