Farewell, dear heifer! Though thou forgettest me, my prayer to heaven shall be that thou may’st not forget thyself. There was a whole bucolic in her snuff. I saw her name was Sumach. And by the kindred spots I knew her mother, more sedate and matronly, with full-grown bag; and on her sides was Asia, great and small, the plains of Tartary, even to the pole, while on her daughter it was Asia Minor. She not disposed to wanton with the herdsman. And as I walked, she followed me, and took an apple from my hand, and seemed to care more for the hand than apple. So innocent a face as I have rarely seen on any creature, and I have looked in face of many heifers. And as she took the apple from my hand, I caught the apple of her eye. She smelled as sweet as the clethra blossom. There was no sinister expression. And for horns, though she had them, they were so well disposed in the right place, bent neither up nor down, I do not now remember she had any. No horn was held toward me.[57] _Sept. 11. Wednesday._ The river higher than I ever knew it at this season, as high as in the spring. * * * * * Yesterday, September 14, walked to White Pond in Stow, on the Marlborough road, having passed one pond called sometimes Pratt’s Pond, sometimes Bottomless Pond, in Sudbury. Saw afterward another pond beyond Willis’s also called Bottomless Pond, in a thick swamp. To name two ponds bottomless when both of them have a bottom! Verily men choose darkness rather than light.[58] The farmers are now cutting—topping—their corn, gathering their early fruit, raking their cranberries, digging their potatoes, etc. Everything has its use, and man seeks sedulously for the best article for each use. The watchmaker finds the oil of the porpoise’s jaw the best for oiling his watches. Man has a million eyes, and the race knows infinitely more than the individual. Consent to be wise through your race. * * * * * Autumnal mornings, when the feet of countless sparrows are heard like rain-drops on the roof by the boy who sleeps in the garret. * * * * * Villages with a single long street lined with trees, so straight and wide that you can see a chicken run across it a mile off. _Sept. 19._ The gerardia, yellow trumpet-like flower. Veiny-leaved hawkweed (leaves handsome, radical excepting one or two; know them well) (_Hieracium venosum_), flower like a dandelion. Canada snapdragon, small pea-like blue flower in the wood-paths, (_Antirrhinum Canadense_). Pine-weed, thickly branched low weed with red seed-vessels, in wood-paths and fields, (_Sarothra gentianoides_). Cucumber-root (_Medeola_). Tree-primrose. Red-stemmed cornel. The very minute flower which grows now in the middle of the Marlborough road. * * * * *