Napoleon went to St. Helena Quoil came to Walden Woods.

This is Eric Eldred making books at Walden Pond Thoreau's works.

In 1845 Walden froze entirely over for the first time on the night of the 22d of

Ingraham, Esquire, gentleman, of Concord village, who built his slave a house, and gave him permission to live in Walden

Ay, the deep Walden Pond and cool Brister's Spring privilege to drink long and healthy draughts at these, all unimproved by these men but to dilute their glass.

We made that small house ring with boisterous mirth and resound with the murmur of much sober talk, making amends then to Walden vale for the long silences.

It is said that loons have been caught in the New York lakes eighty feet beneath the surface, with hooks set for trout though Walden is deeper than that.

Thoreau wrote Walden, which is relatively well known, a book about being self reliant and dependable in which he starts on the first page by borrowing an ax from his neighbor.

When the villagers were lighting their fires beyond the horizon, I too gave notice to the various wild inhabitants of Walden vale, by a smoky streamer from my chimney, that I was awake.

A hunter told me that he once saw a fox pursued by hounds burst out on to Walden when the ice was covered with shallow puddles, run part way across, and then return to the same shore.

One old hunter who has a dry tongue, who used to come to bathe in Walden once every year when the water was warmest, and at such times looked in upon me, told me that many years ago he took his gun one afternoon and went out for a cruise in Walden Wood and as he walked the Wayland road he heard the cry of hounds approaching, and ere long a fox leaped the wall into the road, and as quick as thought

For I came to town still, like a friendly Indian, when the contents of the broad open fields were all piled up between the walls of the Walden road, and half an hour sufficed to obliterate the tracks of the last traveller.

Night after night the geese came lumbering in the dark with a clangor and a whistling of wings, even after the ground was covered with snow, some to alight in Walden, and some flying low over the woods toward Fair Haven, bound for Mexico.

Here, by the very corner of my field, still nearer to town, Zilpha, a colored woman, had her little house, where she spun linen for the townsfolk, making the Walden Woods ring with her shrill singing, for she had a loud and notable voice.

Walden, being like the rest usually bare of snow, or with only shallow and interrupted drifts on it, was my yard where I could walk freely when the snow was nearly two feet deep on a level elsewhere and the villagers were confined to their streets.

Late in the afternoon, as he was resting in the thick woods south of Walden, he heard the voice of the hounds far over toward Fair Haven still pursuing the fox and on they came, their hounding cry which made all the woods ring sounding nearer and nearer, now from Well Meadow, now from the

Like the wasps, before I finally went into winter quarters in November, I used to resort to the northeast side of Walden, which the sun, reflected from the pitch pine woods and the stony shore, made the fireside of the pond it is so much pleasanter and wholesomer to be warmed by the sun while you can be, than by an artificial fire.

For sounds in winter nights, and often in winter days, I heard the forlorn but melodious note of a hooting owl indefinitely far such a sound as the frozen earth would yield if struck with a suitable plectrum, the very lingua vernacula of Walden Wood, and quite familiar to me at last, though I never saw the bird while it was making it.