The Pond in Winter
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After a still winter night I awoke with the impression that somequestion had been put to me, which I had been endeav in vain to
answer in my sleep, as what -- how -- when -- where? But there was
dawning Nature, in whom all creatures live, looking in at my broad
windows with serene and satisfied face, and no question on her lips.
I awoke to an answered question, to Nature and daylight. The snow
lying deep on the earth dotted with young pines, and the very slope
of the hill on which my house is placed, seemed to say, Forward!
Nature puts no question and answers none which we mortals ask. She
has long ago taken her resolution. "O Prince, our eyes plate
with admiration and transmit to the soul the wonderful and varied
spectacle of this universe. The night veils without doubt a part of
this glorious creation; but day es to reveal to us this great
work, which extends from earth even into the plains of the ether."
Then to my m work. First I take an axe and pail and go in
search of water, if that be not a dream. After a cold and snowy
night it needed a divining-rod to find it. Every wihe liquid
and trembling surface of the pond, which was so sensitive to every
breath, and reflected every light and shadow, bees solid to the
depth of a foot or a foot and a half, so that it will support the
heaviest teams, and perce the snow covers it to an equal depth,
and it is not to be distinguished from any level field. Like the
marmots in the surrounding hills, it closes its eyelids and bees
dormant for three months or more. Standing on the snow-covered
plain, as if in a pasture amid the hills, I cut my way first through
a foot of snow, and then a foot of ice, and open a window under my
feet, where, kneeling to drink, I look down into the quiet parlor of
the fishes, pervaded by a softened light as through a window of
ground glass, with its bright sanded floor the same as in summer;
there a perennial waveless serenity reigns as in the amber twilight
sky, corresponding to the cool and even temperament of the
inhabitants. Heaven is under our feet is well as over our heads.
Early in the m, while all things are crisp with frost, men
e with fishing-reels and slender lunch, a down their fine
lihrough the snowy field to take pickerel and perch; wild men,
who instinctively follow other fashions and trust other authorities
thaownsmen, and by their goings and ings stitch towns
together in parts where else they would be ripped. They sit a
their lun in stout fear-naughts on the dry oak leaves on the
shore, as wise in natural lore as the citizen is in artificial.
They never sulted with books, and know and tell much less
than they have dohe things which they practice are said not
yet to be known. Here is one fishing for pickerel with grown perch
for bait. You look into his pail with wonder as into a summer pond,
as if he kept summer locked up at home, or knew where she had
retreated. How, pray, did he get these in midwinter? Oh, he got
worms out of rotten logs sihe ground froze, and so he caught
them. His life itself passes deeper in nature thaudies of
the naturalist pee; himself a subject for the naturalist. The
latter raises the moss and bark gently with his knife in search of
is; the former lays open logs to their core with his axe, and
moss and bark fly far and wide. He gets his living by barking
trees. Such a man has sht to fish, and I love to see nature
carried out in him. The perch swallows the grub-worm, the pickerel
swallows the perch, and the fisher-man swallows the pickerel; and so
all the ks in the scale of being are filled.
When I strolled around the pond in misty weather I was sometimes
amused by the primitive mode whie ruder fisherman had adopted.
He would perhaps have placed alder branches over the narrow holes in
the ice, which were four or five rods apart and an equal distance
from the shore, and having fastehe end of the lio a stick
to prevent its being pulled through, have passed the slack line over
a twig of the alder, a foot or more above the ice, and tied a dry
oak leaf to it, which, being pulled down, would show when he had a
bite. These alders loomed through the mist at regular intervals as
you walked half way round the pond.
Ah, the pickerel of Walden! when I see them lying on the ice, or
in the well which the fisherman cuts in the ice, making a little
hole to admit the water, I am always surprised by their rare beauty,
as if they were fabulous fishes, they are sn to the streets,
even to the woods, fn as Arabia to our cord life. They
possess a quite dazzling and transdey which separates
them by a wide interval from the cadaverous cod and haddock whose
fame is trumpeted in our streets. They are not green like the
pines, nray like the stones, nor blue like the sky; but they
have, to my eyes, if possible, yet rarer colors, like flowers and
precious stones, as if they were the pearls, the animalized nuclei
or crystals of the Walden water. They, of course, are Walden all
over and all through; are themselves small Waldens in the animal
kingdom, Waldenses. It is surprising that they are caught here --
that in this deep and capacious spring, far beh the rattling
teams and chaises and tinkling sleighs that travel the Walden road,
this great gold and emerald fish swims. I never ced to see its
kind in any market; it would be the osure of all eyes there.
Easily, with a few vulsive quirks, they give up their watery
ghosts, like a mortal translated before his time to the thin air of
heaven.
As I was desirous to recover the long lost bottom of Walden
Pond, I surveyed it carefully, before the ice broke up, early in
46, with pass and and sounding lihere have been many
stories told about the bottom, or rather no bottom, of this pond,
which certainly had no foundation for themselves. It is remarkable
how long men will believe itomlessness of a pond without
taking the trouble to sound it. I have visited two suless
Ponds in one walk in this neighborhood. Many have believed that
Walden reached quite through to the other side of the globe. Some
who have lain flat on the ice for a long time, looking down through
the illusive medium, perce with watery eyes into the bargain,
and driven to hasty clusions by the fear of catg cold in
their breasts, have seen vast holes "into which a load of hay might
be driven," if there were anybody to drive it, the undoubted source
of the Styx arao the Infernal Regions from these parts.
Others have gone down from the village with a "fifty-six" and a
wagon load of inch rope, but yet have failed to find any bottom; for
while the "fifty-six" was resting by the way, they were paying out
the rope in the vain attempt to fathom their truly immeasurable
capacity for marvellousness. But I assure my readers that
Walden has a reasonably tight bottom at a not unreasohough
at an unusual, depth. I fathomed it easily with a cod-line and a
stone weighing about a pound and a half, and could tell accurately
wheohe bottom, by having to pull so much harder
before the water got underh to help me. The greatest depth was
exactly one hundred and two feet; to which may be added the five
feet which it has risen since, making one hundred and seven. This
is a remarkable depth for so small an area; yet not an inch of it
be spared by the imagination. What if all ponds were shallow?
Would it not rea the minds of men? I am thankful that this
pond was made deep and pure for a symbol. While men believe in the
infinite some ponds will be thought to be bottomless.
A factory-owner, hearing what depth I had found, thought that it
could not be true, for, judging from his acquaintah dams,
sand would not lie at so steep an angle. But the deepest ponds are
not so deep in proportion to their area as most suppose, and, if
drained, would not leave very remarkable valleys. They are not like
cups between the hills; for this one, which is so unusually deep for
its area, appears in a vertical se through its tre not
deeper than a shallow plate. Most ponds, emptied, would leave a
meadow no more hollow than we frequently see. William Gilpin, who
is so admirable in all that relates to landscapes, and usually so
correct, standing at the head of Loch Fyne, in Scotland, which he
describes as "a bay of salt water, sixty or seventy fathoms deep,
four miles ih," and about fifty miles long, surrounded by
mountains, observes, "If we could have seen it immediately after the
diluvian crash, or whatever vulsion of nature occasio,
before the waters gushed in, what a horrid chasm must it have
appeared!
"So high as heaved the tumid hills, so low
Down sunk a hollow bottom broad and deep,
Capacious bed of waters."
But if, using the shortest diameter of Loch Fyne, ly these
proportions to Walden, which, as we have seen, appears already in a
vertical se only like a shallow plate, it will appear four
times as shallow. So much for the increased horrors of the chasm of
Loch Fyne wheied. No doubt many a smiling valley with its
stretg fields occupies exactly such a "horrid chasm," from
which the waters have receded, though it requires the insight and
the far sight of the geologist to vihe unsuspeg
inhabitants of this fact. Often an inquisitive eye may detect the
shores of a primitive lake in the low horizon hills, and no
subsequent elevation of the plain have been necessary to ceal
their history. But it is easiest, as they who work on the highways
know, to find the hollows by the puddles after a shower. The amount
of it is, the imagination give it the least lise, dives deeper
and soars higher than Nature goes. So, probably, the depth of the
o will be found to be very insiderable pared with its
breadth.
As I souhrough the ice I could determihe shape of the
bottom with greater accuracy than is possible in surveying harbors
which do not freeze over, and I was surprised at its general
regularity. In the deepest part there are several acres more level
than almost any field which is exposed to the sun, wind, and plow.
In one instance, on a line arbitrarily chosen, the depth did not
vary more than one foot in thirty rods; and generally, he
middle, I could calculate the variation for eae hundred feet in
any dire beforehand within three or four inches. Some are
aced to speak of deep and dangerous holes even in quiet sandy
ponds like this, but the effect of water uhese circumstances
is to level all inequalities. The regularity of the bottom and its
ity to the shores and the range of the neighb hills were
so perfect that a distant promontory betrayed itself in the
soundings quite across the pond, and its dire could be
determined by the opposite shore. Cape bees bar, and
plain shoal, and valley and ge deep water and el.
When I had mapped the pond by the scale of ten rods to an inch,
and put down the soundings, more than a hundred in all, I observed
this remarkable ce. Having noticed that the number
indig the greatest depth arently in the tre of the
map, I laid a rule on the map lengthwise, and thehwise, and
found, to my surprise, that the line of greatest length intersected
the line of greatest breadth exactly at the point of greatest depth,
notwithstanding that the middle is so nearly level, the outline of
the pond far frular, and the extreme length and breadth were
got by measuring into the coves; and I said to myself, Who knows but
this hint would duct to the deepest part of the o as well as
of a pond or puddle? Is not this the rule also for the height of
mountains, regarded as the opposite of valleys? We know that a hill
is not highest at its narrowest part.
Of five coves, three, or all which had been sounded, were
observed to have a bar quite across their mouths and deeper water
within, so that the bay teo be an expansion of water within
the land not only horizontally but vertically, and to form a basin
or indepe pond, the dire of the tes showing the
course of the bar. Every harbor on the sea-coast, also, has its bar
at its entrance. In proportion as the mouth of the cove was wider
pared with its length, the water over the bar was deeper pared
with that in the basin. Given, then, the length and breadth of the
cove, and the character of the surrounding shore, and you have
almost elements enough to make out a formula for all cases.
In order to see how nearly I could guess, with this experience,
at the deepest point in a pond, by the outlines of a
surfad the character of its shores alone, I made a plan of
White Pond, which tains about forty-one acres, and, like this,
has no island in it, nor any visible i or outlet; and as the
line of greatest breadth fell very he line of least breadth,
where two opposite capes approached each other and two opposite bays
receded, I veo mark a point a short distance from the latter
line, but still on the line of greatest length, as the deepest. The
deepest part was found to be within one hundred feet of this, still
farther in the dire to which I had ined, and was only one
foot deeper, namely, sixty feet. Of course, a stream running
through, or an island in the pond, would make the problem much more
plicated.
If we knew all the laws of Nature, we should need only one fact,
or the description of oual phenomenon, to infer all the
particular results at that point. Now we know only a few laws, and
our result is vitiated, not, of course, by any fusion or
irregularity in Nature, but by norance of essential elements
in the calculation. Our notions of law and harmony are only
fio those instances which we detect; but the harmony which
results from a far greater number of seemingly flig, but
really curring, laws, which we have not detected, is still more
wonderful. The particular laws are as our points of view, as, to
the traveller, a mountain outline varies with every step, and it has
an infinite number of profiles, though absolutely but one form.
Even whe or bored through it is not prehended in its
entireness.
What I have observed of the pond is rue ihics. It
is the law of average. Such a rule of the two diameters not only
guides us toward the sun in the system and the heart in man, but
draws lihrough the length and breadth of the aggregate of a
mans particular daily behaviors and waves of life into his coves
and is, and where they intersect will be the height or depth of
his character. Perhaps we need only to know how his shores trend
and his adjat try or circumstao infer his depth and
cealed bottom. If he is surrounded by mountainous circumstances,
an Achillean shore, whose peaks overshadow and are reflected in his
bosom, they suggest a correspondih in him. But a low and
smooth shore proves him shallow on that side. In our bodies, a bold
projeg brow falls off to and indicates a correspondih of
thought. Also there is a bar across the entrance of our every cove,
or particular ination; each is our harbor for a season, in which
we are detained and partially land-locked. These inations are
not whimsical usually, but their form, size, and dire are
determined by the promontories of the shore, the a axes of
elevation. When this bar is gradually increased by storms, tides,
or currents, or there is a subsidence of the waters, so that it
reaches to the surface, that which was at first but an ination
in the shore in which a thought was harbored bees an individual
lake, cut off from the o, whereihought secures its own
ditions -- ges, perhaps, from salt to fresh, bees a sweet
sea, dead sea, or a marsh. At the advent of eadividual into
this life, may we not suppose that such a bar has risen to the
surfaewhere? It is true, we are such poor navigators that our
thoughts, for the most part, stand off and on upon a harborless
coast, are versant only with the bights of the bays of poesy, or
steer for the public ports of entry, and go into the dry docks of
sce, where they merely refit for this world, and no natural
currents cur to individualize them.
As for the i or outlet of Walden, I have not discovered any
but rain and snow and evaporation, though perhaps, with a
thermometer and a line, such places may be found, for where the
water flows into the pond it will probably be coldest in summer and
warmest in winter. When the ice-men were at work here in 46-7, the
cakes sent to the shore were one day rejected by those who were
stag them up there, not being thiough to lie side by side
with the rest; and the cutters thus discovered that the ice over a
small space was two or three ihihan elsewhere, which
made them think that there was an ihere. They also showed me
in another place what they thought was a "leach-hole," through which
the pond leaked out under a hill into a neighb meadow, pushing
me out on a cake of ice to see it. It was a small cavity uen
feet of water; but I think that I warrant the pond not to need
s till they find a worse leak than that. One has suggested,
that if such a "leach-hole" should be found, its e with the
meadow, if aed, might be proved by veying some, colored
powder or sawdust to the mouth of the hole, and then putting a
strainer over the spring in the meadow, which would cate of
the particles carried through by the current.
While I was surveying, the ice, which was sixteen ihick,
undulated under a slight wind like water. It is well known that a
level ot be used on ice. At one rod from the shore its greatest
fluctuation, when observed by means of a level on land directed
toward a graduated staff on the ice, was three quarters of an inch,
though the ice appeared firmly attached to the shore. It was
probably greater in the middle. Who knows but if our instruments
were delicate enough we might dete undulation in the crust of
the earth? When two legs of my level were on the shore and the
third on the ice, and the sights were directed over the latter, a
rise or fall of the ice of an almost infinitesimal amount made a
difference of several feet on a tree across the pond. When I began
to<bdi></bdi> cut holes for sounding there were three or four inches of water
on the ider a deep snow which had sunk it thus far; but the
water began immediately to run into these holes, and tio
run for two days ireams, which wore away the i every
side, and tributed essentially, if not mainly, to dry the surface
of the pond; for, as the water ran in, it raised and floated the
ice. This was somewhat like cutting a hole itom of a ship
to let the water out. When such holes freeze, and a rain succeeds,
and finally a new freezing forms a fresh smooth ice over all, it is
beautifully mottled internally by dark figures, shaped somewhat like
a spiders web, what you may call ice rosettes, produced by the
els worn by the water flowing from all sides to a tre.
Sometimes, also, when the ice was covered with shallow puddles, I
saw a double shadow of myself, oanding on the head of the
other, one on the ice, the other orees or hillside.
While yet it is cold January, and snow and ice are thid
solid, the prudent landlord es from the village to get ice to
cool his summer drink; impressively, even pathetically, wise, to
foresee the heat and thirst of July now in January -- wearing a
thick coat and mittens! when so many things are not provided for.
It may be that he lays up no treasures in this world which will cool
his summer drink in the . He cuts and saws the solid pond,
unroofs the house of fishes, and carts off their very element and
air, held fast by s and stakes like corded wood, through the
fav winter air, to wintry cellars, to underlie the summer
there. It looks like solidified azure, as, far off, it is drawn
through the streets. These ice-cutters are a merry race, full of
jest and sport, and when I went among them they were wont to invite
me to saw pit-fashion with them, I standing underh.
In the winter of 46-7 there came a hundred men of Hyperborean
extra swoop down on to our pond one m, with many carloads
of ungainly-looking farming tools -- sleds, plows, drill-barrows,
turf-knives, spades, saws, rakes, and each man was armed with a
double-pointed pike-staff, such as is not described in the
New-England Farmer or the Cultivator. I did not know whether they
had e to sow a crop of winter rye, or some other kind of grain
retly introduced from Id. As I saw no manure, I judged that
they meant to skim the land, as I had dohinking the soil was
deep and had lain fallow long enough. They said that a gentleman
farmer, who was behind the ses, wao double his money,
which, as I uood, amouo half a million already; but in
order to cover eae of his dollars with another, he took off the
only coat, ay, the skin itself, of Walden Pond in the midst of a
hard winter. They went to work at once, plowing, barrowing,
rolling, furrowing, in admirable order, as if they were bent on
making this a model farm; but when I was looking sharp to see what
kind of seed they dropped into the furrow, a gang of fellows by my
side suddenly began to hook up the virgin mould itself, with a
peculiar jerk, down to the sand, or rather the water -- for it
was a very springy soil -- indeed all the terra firma there was --
and haul it away on sleds, and then I guessed that they must be
cutti in a bog. So they came a every day, with a
peculiar shriek from the lootive, from and to some point of the
pions, as it seemed to me, like a flock of arctic
snow-birds. But sometimes Squaw Walden had her revenge, and a hired
man, walking behind his team, slipped through a cra the ground
down toward Tartarus, and he who was so brave before suddenly became
but the ninth part of a man, almost gave up his animal heat, and was
glad to take refuge in my house, and aowledged that there was
some virtue in a stove; or sometimes the frozen soil took a piece of
steel out of a plowshare, or a plow got set in the furrow and had to
be cut out.
To speak literally, a hundred Irishmen, with Yankee overseers,
came from Cambridge every day to get out the ice. They divided it
into cakes by methods too well known to require description, and
these, being sledded to the shore, were rapidly hauled off on to an
ice platform, and raised by grappling irons and blod tackle,
worked by horses, on to a stack, as surely as so many barrels of
flour, and there placed evenly side by side, and row upon row, as if
they formed the solid base of an obelisk desigo pierce the
clouds. They told me that in a good day they could get out a
thousand tons, which was the yield of about one acre. Deep ruts and
"cradle-holes<cite></cite>" were worn in the ice, as on terra firma, by the
passage of the sleds over the same track, and the horses invariably
ate their oats out of cakes of ice hollowed out like buckets. They
stacked up the cakes thus in the open air in a pile thirty-five feet
high on one side and six or seven rods square, putting hay between
the outside layers to exclude the air; for when the wind, though
never so cold, finds a passage through, it will wear large cavities,
leaving slight supports or studs only here and there, and finally
topple it down. At first it looked like a vast blue fort or
Valhalla; but when they began to tuck the coarse meadow hay into the
crevices, and this became covered with rime and icicles, it looked
like a venerable moss-grown and hoary ruin, built of azure-tinted
marble, the abode of Wihat old man we see in the almanac --
his shanty, as if he had a design to estivate with us. They
calculated that not twenty-five per t of this would reach its
destination, and that two or three per t would be wasted in the
cars. However, a still greater part of this heap had a different
destiny from what was intended; for, either because the ice was
found not to keep so well as was expected, taining more air than
usual, or for some other reason, it never got to market. This heap,
made in the winter of 46-7 aimated to taihousand
tons, was finally covered with hay and boards; and though it was
unroofed the following July, and a part of it carried off, the rest
remaining exposed to the sun, it stood over that summer and the
winter, and was not quite melted till September, 1848. Thus the
pond recovered the greater part.
Like the water, the Walden ice, seen near at hand, has a green
tint, but at a distance is beautifully blue, and you easily tell
it from the white ice of the river, or the merely greenish ice of
some ponds, a quarter of a mile off. Sometimes one of those great
cakes slips from the ice-mans sled into the village street, and
lies there for a week like a great emerald, an object of io
all passers. I have noticed that a portion of Walden whi the
state of water was green will often, when frozen, appear from the
same point of view blue. So the hollows about this pond will,
sometimes, in the winter, be filled with a greenish water somewhat
like its own, but the day will have frozen blue. Perhaps the
blue color of water and ice is due to the light and air they
tain, and the most transparent is the bluest. Ice is an
iing subject for plation. They told me that they had
some in the ice-houses at Fresh Pond five years old which was as
good as ever. Why is it that a bucket of water soon bees putrid,
but frozen remains sweet forever? It is only said that this is
the differeween the affes and the intellect.
Thus for sixteen days I saw from my window a hundred men at work
like busy husbandmen, with teams and horses and apparently all the
implements of farming, such a picture as we see on the first page of
the almanad as often as I looked out I was reminded of the
fable of the lark and the reapers, or the parable of the sower, and
the like; and now they are all gone, and in thirty days more,
probably, I shall look from the same window on the pure sea-green
Walden water there, refleg the clouds and the trees, and sending
up its evaporations in solitude, and no traces will appear that a
man has ever stood there. Perhaps I shall hear a solitary loon
laugh as he dives and plumes himself, or shall see a lonely fisher
in his boat, like a floating leaf, beholding his form reflected in
the waves, where lately a hundred men securely labored.
Thus it appears that the sweltering inhabitants of Charleston
and New Orleans, of Madras and Bombay and Calcutta, drink at my
well. In the m I bathe my intelle the stupendous and
ogonal philosophy of the Bhagvat-Geeta, since whose position
years of the gods have elapsed, and in parison with which our
modern world and its literature seem puny and trivial; and I doubt
if that philosophy is not to be referred to a previous state of
existence, so remote is its sublimi<mark>?</mark>ty from our ceptions. I lay
down the book and go to my well for water, and lo! there I meet the
servant of the Bramin, priest of Brahma and Vishnu and Indra, who
still sits in his temple on the Ganges reading the Vedas, or dwells
at the root of a tree with his crust and water jug. I meet his
servant e to draw water for his master, and our buckets as it
were grate together in the same well. The pure Walden water is
mingled with the sacred water of the Ganges. With fav winds it
is wafted past the site of the fabulous islands of Atlantis and the
Hesperides, makes the periplus of Hanno, and, floating by Ternate
and Tidore and the mouth of the Persian Gulf, melts iropic
gales of the Indian seas, and is landed in ports of which Alexander
only heard the names.
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