The Ponds
Sometimes, of y and gossip, and
all my village friends, I rambled still fartward
tually do yet more unfrequented parts of the
to;to fresures ne; or, whe sun was
setting, made my supper of huckleberries and blueberries on Fair
ore for several days. ts do not
yield true flavor to to him who
raises t. t one o obtain it, yet
feake t he flavor of huckleberries,
ask tridge. It is a vulgar error to suppose
t you asted hem. A
on; t been knohere
since tial
part of t is lost he
market cart, and ternal
Justice reigns, not one innocent ransported
trys hills.
Occasionally, after my he day, I joined
some impatient companion whe pond since
morning, as silent and motionless as a duck or a floating leaf, and,
after practising various kinds of philosophy, had concluded
commonly, by time I arrived, t o t
sect of Coenobites. t fisher
and skilled in all kinds of , wo look upon
my ed for the convenience of fishermen; and
I o arrange his
lines. Once in a oget one end
of t, and I at t not many ween
us, for er years, but he occasionally
h my philosophy.
Our intercourse ogether one of unbroken harmony, far
more pleasing to remember t had been carried on by speech.
o commune h, I used
to raise triking he side of my
boat, filling ting
sound, stirring t