in Thoreau’s Journal:

The road through the pitch pine woods beyond J. Hosmer’s is very pleasant to me, curving under the pines close abutting on it, yellow in the sun and low-pines, without a fence,—the sandy road, with the branched, with younger pines filling up all to the ground.

I love to see a sandy road like this curving through a pitch pine wood where the trees closely border it without fences, a great cart-path merely. That is a pleasant part of the North River, under the black birches.