Snippets #51

Henry David Thoreau-Walden’s Pond

At midnight, when there was a moon, I sometimes met with hounds in my path prowling about the woods, which would skulk out of my way, as if afraid, and stand silent amid the bushes till I had passed. (222)

 

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