. Through the year with Thoreau . , only the tops of a fewhigh hills appearing as distant islands in the is just like the clouds beneath you as seen from amountain. It is a perfect level in some directions,cutting the hills near their summits with a geometri-cal line, but puffed up here and there, and more andmore toward the east, by the influence of the sun. Itresembles nothing so much as the ocean. You canget here the impression which the ocean makes,without ever going to the shore. Men — poor sim-pletons as they are — will go to a panorama by fami-lies, to see a Pilgrims Progress, p
. Through the year with Thoreau . , only the tops of a fewhigh hills appearing as distant islands in the is just like the clouds beneath you as seen from amountain. It is a perfect level in some directions,cutting the hills near their summits with a geometri-cal line, but puffed up here and there, and more andmore toward the east, by the influence of the sun. Itresembles nothing so much as the ocean. You canget here the impression which the ocean makes,without ever going to the shore. Men — poor sim-pletons as they are — will go to a panorama by fami-lies, to see a Pilgrims Progress, perchance, who neveryet made progress so far as to the top of such a hillas this at the dawn of a foggy morning. All the fogthey know is in their brains. The seashore exhibitsnothing more grand or on a larger scale. How grandwhere it rolls off northeastward over Balls Hill likea glorious ocean after a storm, just lit by the risingsun! It is as boundless as the view from the high-lands of Cape Cod. They are exaggerated c; 43;] the ocean on a larger scale, the sea after some tre-mendous and unheard-of storm, for the actual seanever appears so tossed up and universally whitewith foam and spray as this now far in the north-eastern horizon, where mountain billows are break-ing on some hidden reef or bank. It is tossed uptoward the sun and by it into the most boisterous ofseas, which no craft, no ocean steamer, is vast enoughto sail on. Journal, v, 216, 217. c 44 n BUTTERCUPS BY THE ROADSIDE June 4, 1860. The clear brighitness of June waswell represented yesterday by the buttercups alongthe roadside. Their yellow so glossy and varnishedwithin, but not without. Surely there is no reasonwhy the new butter should not be yellow now. Journal, xiii, 328. LUPINES 1 June 5, 1852. The lupine is now in its glory. It isthe more important because it occurs in such ex-tensive patches, even an acre or more together, andof such a pleasing variety of colors, — purple, pink,or lilac, a
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