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1When the ponds were firmly frozen, they afforded not only new and shorter routes to many points, but new views from
2their surfaces of the familiar landscape around them. When I crossed Flint's Pond, after it was covered with snow,
3though I had often paddled about and skated over it, it was so unexpectedly wide and so strange that I could think of
4nothing but Baffin's Bay. The Lincoln hills rose up around me at the extremity of a snowy plain, in which I did not
5remember to have stood before; and the fishermen, at an indeterminable distance over the ice, moving slowly about with
6their wolfish dogs, passed for sealers or Esquimaux, or in misty weather loomed like fabulous creatures, and I did not
7know whether they were giants or pygmies. I took this course when I went to lecture in Lincoln in the evening,
8travelling in no road and passing no house between my own hut and the lecture room. In Goose Pond, which lay in my way,
9a colony of muskrats dwelt, and raised their cabins high above the ice, though none could be seen abroad when I crossed
10it. Walden, being like the rest usually bare of snow, or with only shallow and interrupted drifts on it, was my yard,
11where I could walk freely when the snow was nearly two feet deep on a level elsewhere and the villagers were confined to
12their streets. There, far from the village street, and except at very long intervals, from the jingle of sleigh-bells, I
13slid and skated, as in a vast moose-yard well trodden, overhung by oak woods and solemn pines bent down with snow or
14bristling with icicles. For sounds in winter nights, and often in winter days, I heard the forlorn but melodious note of
15a hooting owl indefinitely far; such a sound as the frozen earth would yield if struck with a suitable plectrum, the
16very lingua vernacula of Walden Wood, and quite familiar to me at last, though I never saw the bird while it was making
17it. I seldom opened my door in a winter evening without hearing it; Hoo hoo hoo, hoorer, hoo, sounded sonorously, and
18the first three syllables accented somewhat like how der do; or sometimes hoo hoo only. One night in the beginning of
19winter, before the pond froze over, about nine o'clock, I was startled by the loud honking of a goose, and, stepping to
20the door, heard the sound of their wings like a tempest in the woods as they flew low over my house. They passed over
21the pond toward Fair Haven, seemingly deterred from settling by my light, their commodore honking all the while with a
22regular beat. Suddenly an unmistakable cat-owl from very near me, with the most harsh and tremendous voice I ever heard
23from any inhabitant of the woods, responded at regular intervals to the goose, as if determined to expose and disgrace
24this intruder from Hudson's Bay by exhibiting a greater compass and volume of voice in a native, and boo-hoo him out of
25Concord horizon. What do you mean by alarming the citadel at this time of night consecrated to me? Do you think I am
26ever caught napping at such an hour, and that I have not got lungs and a larynx as well as yourself? Boo-hoo, boo-hoo,
27boo-hoo! It was one of the most thrilling discords I ever heard. And yet, if you had a discriminating ear, there were in
28it the elements of a concord such as these plains never saw nor heard. I also heard the whooping of the ice in the pond,
29my great bed-fellow in that part of Concord, as if it were restless in its bed and would fain turn over, were troubled
30with flatulency and had dreams; or I was waked by the cracking of the ground by the frost, as if some one had driven a
31team against my door, and in the morning would find a crack in the earth a quarter of a mile long and a third of an inch
32wide. Sometimes I heard the foxes as they ranged over the snow crust, in moonlight nights, in search of a partridge or
33other game, barking raggedly and demoniacally like forest dogs, as if laboring with some anxiety, or seeking expression,
34struggling for light and to be dogs outright and run freely in the streets; for if we take the ages into our account,
35may there not be a civilization going on among brutes as well as men? They seemed to me to be rudimental, burrowing men,
36still standing on their defence, awaiting their transformation. Sometimes one came near to my window, attracted by my
37light, barked a vulpine curse at me, and then retreated. Usually the red squirrel (Sciurus Hudsonius) waked me in the
38dawn, coursing over the roof and up and down the sides of the house, as if sent out of the woods for this purpose. In
39the course of the winter I threw out half a bushel of ears of sweet-corn, which had not got ripe, on to the snow crust
40by my door, and was amused by watching the motions of the various animals which were baited by it. In the twilight and
41the night the rabbits came regularly and made a hearty meal. All day long the red squirrels came and went, and afforded
42me much entertainment by their manœuvres. One would approach at first warily through the shrub-oaks, running over the
43snow crust by fits and starts like a leaf blown by the wind, now a few paces this way, with wonderful speed and waste of
44energy, making inconceivable haste with his "trotters," as if it were for a wager, and now as many paces that way, but
45never getting on more than half a rod at a time; and then suddenly pausing with a ludicrous expression and a gratuitous
46somerset, as if all the eyes in the universe were fixed on him,--for all the motions of a squirrel, even in the most
47solitary recesses of the forest, imply spectators as much as those of a dancing girl,--wasting more time in delay and
48circumspection than would have sufficed to walk the whole distance,--I never saw one walk,--and then suddenly, before
49you could say Jack Robinson, he would be in the top of a young pitch-pine, winding up his clock and chiding all
50imaginary spectators, soliloquizing and talking to all the universe at the same time,--for no reason that I could ever
51detect, or he himself was aware of, I suspect. At length he would reach the corn, and selecting a suitable ear, frisk
52about in the same uncertain trigonometrical way to the top-most stick of my wood-pile, before my window, where he looked
53me in the face, and there sit for hours, supplying himself with a new ear from time to time, nibbling at first
54voraciously and throwing the half-naked cobs about; till at length he grew more dainty still and played with his food,
55tasting only the inside of the kernel, and the ear, which was held balanced over the stick by one paw, slipped from his
56careless grasp and fell to the ground, when he would look over at it with a ludicrous expression of uncertainty, as if
57suspecting that it had life, with a mind not made up whether to get it again, or a new one, or be off; now thinking of
58corn, then listening to hear what was in the wind. So the little impudent fellow would waste many an ear in a forenoon;
59till at last, seizing some longer and plumper one, considerably bigger than himself, and skilfully balancing it, he
60would set out with it to the woods, like a tiger with a buffalo, by the same zig-zag course and frequent pauses,
61scratching along with it as if it were too heavy for him and falling all the while, making its fall a diagonal between a
62perpendicular and horizontal, being determined to put it through at any rate;--a singularly frivolous and whimsical
63fellow;--and so he would get off with it to where he lived, perhaps carry it to the top of a pine tree forty or fifty
64rods distant, and I would afterwards find the cobs strewn about the woods in various directions.
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