December 4, 1853 in Thoreau’s Journal:
The coldest day yet, clear with considerable wind, after the first cloudless morning for a week or two. Goose Pond apparently froze over last night, all but a few rods, but not thick enough to bear. I see a lizard on the bottom under the ice. No doubt I have sometimes mistaken them for tadpoles. (Flint’s Pond only skimmed a little at the shore, like the river.)
The ice of Goose Pond already has a dusty look. It shows the crystals distinctly.
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