. Daniel Ricketson and his friends; letters, poems, sketches, , aninfant in the cradle, thought that the wind began,as she looked out of the window and heard the windsough through it; saw how the chimney in thegarret was eked out with flat stones, bricks beingdear. Arthur Ricketson showed me in his collectionwhat was apparently an Indian mortar, which hadcome from Sampsons in Middleborough. It was adark granite-like stone some ten inches long byeight wide and four thick, with a regular roundcavity worn in it four inches in diameter and oneand one half deep, also a smaller one opposite on
. Daniel Ricketson and his friends; letters, poems, sketches, , aninfant in the cradle, thought that the wind began,as she looked out of the window and heard the windsough through it; saw how the chimney in thegarret was eked out with flat stones, bricks beingdear. Arthur Ricketson showed me in his collectionwhat was apparently an Indian mortar, which hadcome from Sampsons in Middleborough. It was adark granite-like stone some ten inches long byeight wide and four thick, with a regular roundcavity worn in it four inches in diameter and oneand one half deep, also a smaller one opposite onthe other side. He also showed me the perfect shellof Emys guttata with some of the internal bones,which had been found between the plastering andboarding of a meeting-house at the Head of theRiver (in New Bedford) which was 75 or 80 yearsold, and was torn down 15 or 20 years ago, supposedto have crawled in when the meeting-house wasbuilt, though it was not very near water. It hadlost no scales, but was bleached to a dirty white,sprinkled with spots still QZ o w O H EXTRACTS FROM THOREAUS JOURNAL 341 Oct. 1st, 1855. Among books is Bewicks ^sops a leaf succeeding the title-page is engraved afacsimile of his handwriting to the following effect : Newcastle, January, 1824. To Thomas Bewick & Son, Dr. L. s. D. To a Demy copy of ^sops Fables 18 Received the above with thanks. Thomas Bewick. Robert Elliot Bewick. Then there was some fire-red sea moss adlieringto the page just over the view of a distant churchand windmill (probably Newcastle by moonlight)and at the bottom of the page: — No. 809. Thomas Mark. It being the impression of his thumb. A cloudy, somewhat rainy day. Mr. R. broughtme a snail, a Helix alholabris, or possibly thyroides,which he picked from under a rock where he washaving a wall built. It had put out its stag, or,rather, giraffe-like head and neck, out to about twoinches, the whole length of the point behind beingabout three inc
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