1
It is true, I never assisted the sun materially
in his rising, but doubt not, it was of the last
importance only to be present at it.
2
My purpose in going to Walden Pond was not to
live cheaply nor to live dearly there, but to
transact some private business with the fewest
obstacles.
3
House, 28 12
1/2Farm one year, 14 72
1/2Food eight months, 8
74Clothing c., eight months, 8 40 3/4Oil,
c., eight months, 2 00 In all,
61 99 3/4
(replica of Thoreaus cabin)
4
(the interior) . . . it costs me nothing for
curtains, for I have no gazers to shut out but
the sun and moon, and I am willing that they
should look in.
5
(Thoreau statue in front of cabin replica) .
. . the swiftest man is he who goes afoot.
6
I found myself suddenly neighbor to the birds
not by having imprisoned one, but having caged
myself near them.
7
So many autumn, ay, and winter days, spent
outside the town, trying to hear what was in the
wind, to hear and carry it express!
8
I went to the woods because I wished to live
deliberately, to front only the essential facts
of life, and see if I could not learn what it had
to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover
that I had not lived.
9
The mass of men lead lives of quiet
desperation. (first edition of Walden)
10
If, then, we would indeed restore mankind . . .,
let us first be as simple and well as Nature
ourselves, dispel the clouds which hang over our
own brows, and take up a little life into our
pores. (frontispiece of first edition of Walden)
11
My feet in Walden Pond
12
Henry Thoreaus gravestone
13
Boating on the Concord River
14
One of many stone bridges that cross the Concord.
15
I have passed down the river before sunrise on a
summer morning, between fields of lilies still
shut in sleep and when, at length, the flakes of
sunlight from over the bank fell on the surface
of the water, whole fields of white blossoms
seemed to flash open before me . . . Like the
unfolding of a banner, so sensible is this flower
to the influence of the suns rays.
16
The Old North Bridge By the rude bridge that
arched the flood,Their flag to April's breeze
unfurled,Here once the embattled farmers
stoodAnd fired the shot heard round the
world. from The Concord Hymn Ralph Waldo
Emerson