# bib

id: thoreau-walden_005_solitude-1854
author: Thoreau
title: 05 Solitude
date: 1854
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 3474
sentence: 132
flesch: 75
cache: cache/thoreau-walden_005_solitude-1854.txt
txt: txt/thoreau-walden_005_solitude-1854.txt
summary:
  There is a chapter called "Solitude" in which describes the serenity of Nature. It is a beautiful evening and all the elements are congenial to her. The wildest animals do not repose, but seek their prey now, and the fox, skunk, and rabbit are Nature's watchmen.


id: thoreau-walden_011_higher_laws-1854
author: Thoreau
title: 11 Higher Laws
date: 1854
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 4249
sentence: 190
flesch: 74
cache: cache/thoreau-walden_011_higher_laws-1854.txt
txt: txt/thoreau-walden_011_higher_laws-1854.txt
summary:
  Fishermen, hunters, woodchoppers, and others spend their lives in the fields and woods, in a peculiar sense a part of Nature themselves. The wildest scenes had become unaccountably familiar to him. He likes to take rank hold on life and spend his day more as the animals do.


id: thoreau-walden_007_beanfield-1854
author: Thoreau
title: 07 Beanfield
date: 1854
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 3940
sentence: 136
flesch: 71
cache: cache/thoreau-walden_007_beanfield-1854.txt
txt: txt/thoreau-walden_007_beanfield-1854.txt
summary:
  The author loves his beans. He was brought from Boston to his native town at the age of four. He used to hoe the beans all summer. He has a flute playing over the water. The pines stand here older than he.


id: thoreau-walden_006_visitors-1854
author: Thoreau
title: 06 Visitors
date: 1854
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 4813
sentence: 184
flesch: 73
cache: cache/thoreau-walden_006_visitors-1854.txt
txt: txt/thoreau-walden_006_visitors-1854.txt
summary:
  I love society as much as most. I had three chairs in my house: one for solitude, two for friendship and one for society. When visitors came in large numbers there was but the third chair for them all. It is surprising how many great men and women a small house will contain. I have had twenty-five or thirty people at once under my roof, and we often parted without being aware that we had come very near to one another.


id: thoreau-walden_015_winter_animals-1854
author: Thoreau
title: 15 Winter Animals
date: 1854
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 3690
sentence: 105
flesch: 68
cache: cache/thoreau-walden_015_winter_animals-1854.txt
txt: txt/thoreau-walden_015_winter_animals-1854.txt
summary:
  When the ponds were frozen, they afforded new and shorter routes to many points. Flint's Pond was so wide and strange that it reminded him of Baffin's Bay. The Lincoln hills rose up around him. In Goose Pond, a colony of muskrats dwelt. Walden Wood was a yard where he could walk freely when the snow was two feet deep.


id: thoreau-walden_012_brute_neighbors-1854
author: Thoreau
title: 12 Brute Neighbors
date: 1854
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 4862
sentence: 196
flesch: 78
cache: cache/thoreau-walden_012_brute_neighbors-1854.txt
txt: txt/thoreau-walden_012_brute_neighbors-1854.txt
summary:
  Hermit is wondering what the world is doing now. Poet is going fishing. Hermit wants to go with him, but he is just concluding his story.  He will go with Poet soon, as he has water from the spring and brown bread.


id: thoreau-walden_018_conclusion-1854
author: Thoreau
title: 18 Conclusion
date: 1854
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 4691
sentence: 227
flesch: 78
cache: cache/thoreau-walden_018_conclusion-1854.txt
txt: txt/thoreau-walden_018_conclusion-1854.txt
summary:
  The universe is wider than our views of it. The other side of the globe is but the home of our correspondent. Africa is the source of the Nile, the Niger, the Mississippi, or a Northwest Passage around this continent. Franklin is lost and his wife wants to find him.


id: thoreau-walden_009_ponds-1854
author: Thoreau
title: 09 Ponds
date: 1854
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 9251
sentence: 296
flesch: 70
cache: cache/thoreau-walden_009_ponds-1854.txt
txt: txt/thoreau-walden_009_ponds-1854.txt
summary:
  Huckleberries and blueberries do not yield their true flavor to the purchaser of them nor to the seller who raises them for the market. The ambrosial and essential part of the fruit is lost with the bloom which is rubbed off in the market cart and they become mere provender.


id: thoreau-walden_016_pond_in_winter-1854
author: Thoreau
title: 16 Pond in Winter
date: 1854
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 5254
sentence: 160
flesch: 66
cache: cache/thoreau-walden_016_pond_in_winter-1854.txt
txt: txt/thoreau-walden_016_pond_in_winter-1854.txt
summary:
  The pond in winter is solid to the depth of a foot or a foot and a half deep. After a cold and snowy night it needed a divining-rod to find it. Every winter the surface of the pond becomes dormant for three months.


id: thoreau-walden_010_baker_farm-1854
author: Thoreau
title: 10 Baker Farm
date: 1854
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 2592
sentence: 81
flesch: 71
cache: cache/thoreau-walden_010_baker_farm-1854.txt
txt: txt/thoreau-walden_010_baker_farm-1854.txt
summary:
  Baker Farm is located in the middle of some pasture, or in the depths of a wood or swamp, or on a hilltop. There are many rare trees in the area, such as the black birch, the yellow birch and the beech.


id: thoreau-walden_014_former_inhabitants-1854
author: Thoreau
title: 14 Former Inhabitants
date: 1854
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 4778
sentence: 165
flesch: 72
cache: cache/thoreau-walden_014_former_inhabitants-1854.txt
txt: txt/thoreau-walden_014_former_inhabitants-1854.txt
summary:
  Cato Ingraham used to live in Walden Woods. The road near where his house stands used to be crowded with people. The old road ran through a maple swamp on a foundation of logs. Cato Ingraham let his Guinea Negro slave row in the walnuts.


id: thoreau-walden_002_where_i_lived-1854
author: Thoreau
title: 02 Where I Lived
date: 1854
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 6165
sentence: 223
flesch: 72
cache: cache/thoreau-walden_002_where_i_lived-1854.txt
txt: txt/thoreau-walden_002_where_i_lived-1854.txt
summary:
  In a certain season of our life we consider every spot as the possible site of a house. In imagination I have bought all the farms in succession. This experience entitled me to be regarded as a sort of real-estate broker by my friends. The nearest I came to actual possession was when I bought the Hollowell place.


id: thoreau-walden_017_spring-1854
author: Thoreau
title: 17 Spring
date: 1854
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 6708
sentence: 238
flesch: 71
cache: cache/thoreau-walden_017_spring-1854.txt
txt: txt/thoreau-walden_017_spring-1854.txt
summary:
  Walden pond never breaks up so soon as the others in the neighborhood because of its greater depth and its having no stream passing through it to melt or wear away the ice. It commonly opens about the first of April, a week or ten days later than Flint's Pond and Fair Haven.


id: thoreau-walden_013_housewarming-1854
author: Thoreau
title: 13 Housewarming
date: 1854
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 5760
sentence: 177
flesch: 69
cache: cache/thoreau-walden_013_housewarming-1854.txt
txt: txt/thoreau-walden_013_housewarming-1854.txt
summary:
  In October she went a-graping to the river meadows and collected cranberries, small waxen gems, pendants of the meadow grass, pearly and red. She also collected wild apples for coddling and chestnuts for winter in the chestnut woods of Lincoln.


id: thoreau-walden_001_economy-1854
author: Thoreau
title: 01 Economy
date: 1854
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 25827
sentence: 901
flesch: 70
cache: cache/thoreau-walden_001_economy-1854.txt
txt: txt/thoreau-walden_001_economy-1854.txt
summary:
  In the beginning of the book, the author wrote about his life in Concord, Massachusetts, when he lived alone, in the woods, a mile from any neighbor, in a house he had built himself, on the shore of Walden Pond, in Concord. Now he is a sojourner in civilized life again. Some of his townsmen have asked him questions about his mode of life. He will answer some of them.


id: thoreau-walden_003_reading-1854
author: Thoreau
title: 03 Reading
date: 1854
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 3812
sentence: 136
flesch: 66
cache: cache/thoreau-walden_003_reading-1854.txt
txt: txt/thoreau-walden_003_reading-1854.txt
summary:
  In dealing with truth we are immortal, and need fear no change nor accident. The oldest Egyptian or Hindoo philosopher raised a corner of the veil from the statue of the divinity. Mir Camar Uddin Mast kept Homer's Iliad on his table through the summer, though he looked at his page only now and then.


id: thoreau-walden_008_village-1854
author: Thoreau
title: 08 Village
date: 1854
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 2046
sentence: 60
flesch: 67
cache: cache/thoreau-walden_008_village-1854.txt
txt: txt/thoreau-walden_008_village-1854.txt
summary:
  After working in the morning, she went to the village every day or two to hear some of the gossip which is incessantly going on there. The gossip is circulating from mouth to mouth or from newspaper to newspaper. The village appeared to her to be a great news room.


id: thoreau-walden_004_sounds-1854
author: Thoreau
title: 04 Sounds
date: 1854
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 5819
sentence: 201
flesch: 70
cache: cache/thoreau-walden_004_sounds-1854.txt
txt: txt/thoreau-walden_004_sounds-1854.txt
summary:
  There is no substitute for the discipline of looking always at what is to be seen. The language in which all things and events speak without metaphor is copious and standard. No method nor discipline can supersede the necessity of being forever on the alert.


