The surf was high and made a great noise, yet I could hear the sound made by my companiona#39;s heels two or three rods ... The shore, thus far, from Beverly Bridge had been a succession of bold rocky points half a mile apart, with sometimes ... also, all along the road, the up-country hard, small, mulberry- shaped high blackberry, and many still holding on. ... The foliage had but just fairly begun to change.
|Title||:||The journal of Henry D. Thoreau|
|Author||:||Henry David Thoreau|