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which is more elevated; by a chain of small ponds coming from that

quarter; and on the other directly and manifestly to Concord River;

which is lower; by a similar chain of ponds through which in some

other geological period it may have flowed; and by a little digging;

which God forbid; it can be made to flow thither again。  If by

living thus reserved and austere; like a hermit in the woods; so

long; it has acquired such wonderful purity; who would not regret

that the comparatively impure waters of Flint's Pond should be

mingled with it; or itself should ever go to waste its sweetness in

the ocean wave?

    Flint's; or Sandy Pond; in Lincoln; our greatest lake and inland

sea; lies about a mile east of Walden。  It is much larger; being

said to contain one hundred and ninety…seven acres; and is more

fertile in fish; but it is comparatively shallow; and not remarkably

pure。  A walk through the woods thither was often my recreation。  It

was worth the while; if only to feel the wind blow on your cheek

freely; and see the waves run; and remember the life of mariners。  I

went a…chestnutting there in the fall; on windy days; when the nuts

were dropping into the water and were washed to my feet; and one

day; as I crept along its sedgy shore; the fresh spray blowing in my

face; I came upon the mouldering wreck of a boat; the sides gone;

and hardly more than the impression of its flat bottom left amid the

rushes; yet its model was sharply defined; as if it were a large

decayed pad; with its veins。  It was as impressive a wreck as one

could imagine on the seashore; and had as good a moral。  It is by

this time mere vegetable mould and undistinguishable pond shore;

through which rushes and flags have pushed up。  I used to admire the

ripple marks on the sandy bottom; at the north end of this pond;

made firm and hard to the feet of the wader by the pressure of the

water; and the rushes which grew in Indian file; in waving lines;

corresponding to these marks; rank behind rank; as if the waves had

planted them。  There also I have found; in considerable quantities;

curious balls; composed apparently of fine grass or roots; of

pipewort perhaps; from half an inch to four inches in diameter; and

perfectly spherical。  These wash back and forth in shallow water on

a sandy bottom; and are sometimes cast on the shore。  They are

either solid grass; or have a little sand in the middle。  At first

you would say that they were formed by the action of the waves; like

a pebble; yet the smallest are made of equally coarse materials;

half an inch long; and they are produced only at one season of the

year。  Moreover; the waves; I suspect; do not so much construct as

wear down a material which has already acquired consistency。  They

preserve their form when dry for an indefinite period。

    Flint's Pond!  Such is the poverty of our nomenclature。  What

right had the unclean and stupid farmer; whose farm abutted on this

sky water; whose shores he has ruthlessly laid bare; to give his

name to it?  Some skin…flint; who loved better the reflecting

surface of a dollar; or a bright cent; in which he could see his own

brazen face; who regarded even the wild ducks which settled in it as

trespassers; his fingers grown into crooked and bony talons from the

long habit of grasping harpy…like;  so it is not named for me。  I

go not there to see him nor to hear of him; who never saw it; who

never bathed in it; who never loved it; who never protected it; who

never spoke a good word for it; nor thanked God that He had made it。

Rather let it be named from the fishes that swim in it; the wild

fowl or quadrupeds which frequent it; the wild flowers which grow by

its shores; or some wild man or child the thread of whose history is

interwoven with its own; not from him who could show no title to it

but the deed which a like…minded neighbor or legislature gave him 

him who thought only of its money value; whose presence perchance

cursed all the shores; who exhausted the land around it; and would

fain have exhausted the waters within it; who regretted only that it

was not English hay or cranberry meadow  there was nothing to

redeem it; forsooth; in his eyes  and would have drained and sold

it for the mud at its bottom。  It did not turn his mill; and it was

no privilege to him to behold it。  I respect not his labors; his

farm where everything has its price; who would carry the landscape;

who would carry his God; to market; if he could get anything for

him; who goes to market for his god as it is; on whose farm nothing

grows free; whose fields bear no crops; whose meadows no flowers;

whose trees no fruits; but dollars; who loves not the beauty of his

fruits; whose fruits are not ripe for him till they are turned to

dollars。  Give me the poverty that enjoys true wealth。  Farmers are

respectable and interesting to me in proportion as they are poor 

poor farmers。  A model farm! where the house stands like a fungus in

a muckheap; chambers for men horses; oxen; and swine; cleansed and

uncleansed; all contiguous to one another!  Stocked with men!  A

great grease…spot; redolent of manures and buttermilk!  Under a high

state of cultivation; being manured with the hearts and brains of

men!  As if you were to raise your potatoes in the churchyard!  Such

is a model farm。

    No; no; if the fairest features of the landscape are to be named

after men; let them be the noblest and worthiest men alone。  Let our

lakes receive as true names at least as the Icarian Sea; where

〃still the shore〃 a 〃brave attempt resounds。〃

    Goose Pond; of small extent; is on my way to Flint's; Fair

Haven; an expansion of Concord River; said to contain some seventy

acres; is a mile southwest; and White Pond; of about forty acres; is

a mile and a half beyond Fair Haven。  This is my lake country。

These; with Concord River; are my water privileges; and night and

day; year in year out; they grind such grist as I carry to them。

    Since the wood…cutters; and the railroad; and I myself have

profaned Walden; perhaps the most attractive; if not the most

beautiful; of all our lakes; the gem of the woods; is White Pond; 

a poor name from its commonness; whether derived from the remarkable

purity of its waters or the color of its sands。  In these as in

other respects; however; it is a lesser twin of Walden。  They are so

much alike that you would say they must be connected under ground。

It has the same stony shore; and its waters are of the same hue。  As

at Walden; in sultry dog…day weather; looking down through the woods

on some of its bays which are not so deep but that the reflection

from the bottom tinges them; its waters are of a misty bluish…green

or glaucous color。  Many years since I used to go there to collect

the sand by cartloads; to make sandpaper with; and I have continued

to visit it ever since。  One who frequents it proposes to call it

Virid Lake。  Perhaps it might be called Yellow Pine Lake; from the

following circumstance。  About fifteen years ago you could see the

top of a pitch pine; of the kind called yellow pine hereabouts;

though it is not a distinct species; projecting above the surface in

deep water; many rods from the shore。  It was even supposed by some

that the pond had sunk; and this was one of the primitive forest

that formerly stood there。  I find that even so long ago as 1792; in

a 〃Topographical Description of the Town of Concord;〃 by one of its

citizens; in the Collections of the Massachusetts Historical

Society; the author; after speaking of Walden and White Ponds; adds;

〃In the middle of the latter may be seen; when the water is very

low; a tree which appears as if it grew in the place where it now

stands; although the roots are fifty feet below the surface of the

water; the top of this tree is broken off; and at that place

measures fourteen inches in diameter。〃  In the spring of '49 I

talked with the man who lives nearest the pond in Sudbury; who told


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