No one will ever get out of this world alive.

Resolve therefore to maintain a reasonable sense of values.

Take care of yourself.

Good health is everyone’s major source of wealth.

Without it happiness is almost impossible.

Resolve to be cheerful and helpful.  People will repay you in kind.

Avoid angry, abrasive persons.  They are generally vengeful.

Avoid zealots.  They are generally humorless.

Be chary of giving advice.  Wise men don’t need it and fools wont heed it.

Resolve to be tender with the young, compassionate with the ages, sympathetic

with the striving and tolerant of the weak and the wrong.

Sometime in your life you will have been all of these.


Henry, the keeper of journals,

six thousand pages worth in his lifetime,

never worshiped, never voted, never plundered

probably never won any popularity contest

as the flaunting of his self-reliance

stirred up envy in his detractors

who struggled in their jobs to do the same

Henry nonetheless, was no hermit

as he made his daily trips into town

to partake in the village camaraderie;

albeit balancing with time in the woods

where frescoed paths through the wild world

seemed to him best tread in solitude

remaining ever alert to perpetual secrets,

marveled at! then taken home in his journals

Henry unabashedly passed on his secrets

in savy tomes that make us feel

we’ve walked those paths ourselves

@ j.Flaherty  2016

http://commons.digitalthoreau.org/tsag2016/thursday-july-7-2/a-first-transcription-of-thoreaus-field-notes-and-surveys/First transcription of Thoreau’s Field Notes of Surveys

Walter Brain was a close personal friend and mentor to many 

people who study the life  of Henry D. Thoreau, including myself.

He has touched and enriched all our lives and will be missed greatly.

Born in Lima, Peru in 1936, he attended universities in Lima

as well as the U.S., earning a Master’s Degree in Landscape

Architecture from Harvard University.  The Thoreau Society was

fortunate to have Walter’s and poems appear in in its quarterly

Bulletin as well as in the Concord Saunterer.  Walter also participated in

special events at Annual Gatherings and served as a member of its

Board of Directors.

Walter was a staunch advocate of the Walden Woods

Project and frequently expressed concern for the gradual loss of land

to the expansion of the new high school that he felt was infringing

on their edges.

As a practicing Landscape Architect he designed and

supervised construction of an elevated walkway across Concord’s

Mill Brook connecting Keyes Road parking lot and the rear of the

Christian Science Church in Concord Center.

A stickler for detail, Walter knew the correct names of plants

and animals, and knew many bird calls that he would emulate in the

field.  Frequently, when I was walking with Walter in the Town

Forest he would call out to the birds.  On one occasion I was quite

startled to see a great horned owl swoop from its nest and soar close

over our heads!  Walter only chuckled.

Walter was an advocate for Concord’s annual bird census

and an active participant in these events.  He often walked with Field

books containing plant names, photos and written descriptions so

that he could identify an unfamiliar plant on the spot.  During his

walks in the town  forest he also carried a walking stick that he used

with great relish to whack what he saw as invasive plants.  He also

carried field glasses and a camera to identify and record both

botanical and archeological discoveries.

He would point out “Jack in the Pulpit” flowers which he

frequently observed while walking n the Town Forest near the

home-site of Brister Freeman, a former Concord slave immortalized

in Elise Lemire’s outstanding book Black Walden.  Elise mentioned to me that Walter

first called to her attention the Brister Freeman

home-site initially recorded by Henry Thoreau on his survey maps.

Walter was understandably quite proud of and protective of his

discovery of the original dirt fence bounding the site.

Walter had knowledge of and concern for endangered

Concord plants such as the Calla Lilies that he pointed out growing

near my home adjacent to Cambridge Turnpike.  He was concerned

that they could be lost due to scheduled road widening.

Annual walks in the Town Forest were scheduled to

correspond to the annual Riverfest.  Walter’s availability for

participation would always depend upon the timing of his annual

visit with one or more of his three sons and grandchildren who live in

Boston, Munich and London.  He had his priorities straight.

Following our walks in the Town Forest Walter and I

typically returned to my home for lunch and a cold beer.  Walter also

enjoyed discussing with my wife his knowledge of a famous Spanish

poet (Jorge Guillen) whom she had as an instructor while a Spanish

major at Wellesley College.

In his poem “Home Trek,” Walter asks,

Am I going anywhere?

For I feel I’ve arrived, though never did I leave

And have been here all along, seduced by these fields.


For those of us who knew him, Walter will continue to be here, a

presence in the woods and fields he loved and worked to protect.


This article originally appeared in

The Concord Saunterer: A Journal of Thoreau Studies, N.S. Vol. 23, 2015


Thursday July 9, 2015, 1:30-3 PM, CFPL

Welcome to Workshop II

Thoreau Society’s 2015 Annual Conference

Thoreau’s Beck Stow’s swamp”

1 message

Julien Negre <julien.negre@ymail.com> Sun, Sep 7,2014 at 7:47 AM

Reply-To: Julien Negre <julien.negre@ymail.com>

To: “allanhschmidt@gmail.com” <allanhschmidt@gmail.com>

Good morning Allan,

I don’t know if you remember: we exchanged emails about a year ago about

the perambulation of Concord Performed by Thoreau in Sept., 1851.

I am writing today because I might need your help to solve another

cartographical mystery:

I am trying to locate “Beck Stow’s Swamp,” which Thoreau mentions several 

times in his Journal and manuscripts

(the passage I’m interested in is in *WildFruits*, p.166, but the name appears many times in his texts).

I have looked at two different maps and I’ve noticed that the swamp is not on

the same spot:

The first one is Herbert Gleason’s 1906 map.


The other one is Brad Dean’s map included at the end of *Wild Fruits*:


this time, the swamp is south of Lexington Road, that is, just south of Hawthorne’s house

if I’m not mistaken.

I live in Paris, France, and, from that distance, it’s a bit hard for me to determine

if Dean’s second map is just plainly wrong. As a local resident and mapping

specialist, could you tell me where Beck Stow’s swamp is, exactly?

Thanks a lot for your help. Sincerely,

Julien Negre Universite Paris Diderot

<allanhschmidt@gmail.com>À : Julien Nègre <julien.negre@ymail.com>Envoyé le : Lundi 8 septembre 2014 21h30 

Objet : Re: Thoreau’s “Beck Stow’s swamp” 


Thank you writing concerning Beck Stow’s Swamp I have attempted to contact the author of the book, Bradley Dean, but learned from the Thoreau Institute he passed away several years ago.

I am now trying to locate the author of the map, Theo Baumann.

I will let you know when I have more information concerning the differences related to the location of Beck Stow’s Swamp on Gleason’s 1906 Map of Concord and Baumann’s map of Thoreau country.




to me


Thank you very much for your help and quick answer. Let me know if you learn something!

I noticed that on Walling’s 1852 map of Concord (available here: http://maps.bpl.org/), a swampy area seems to be indicated where Gleason located Beck Stow’s swamp.




Yes, that is possible.  However, Thoreau’s map of the New Road toward Bedford on which he located Beck Stow’s swamp was created in 1853. When Walling created his 1852 map of Concord he would not have had access to Thoreau’s 1853 map of his New Road toward Bedford on which he noted the location of Beck Stowe’s swamp by the intersection with what is today referred to as the Old Road to Bedford.


August 23,  I854. Vaccinium oxycoccus  has a small, now purplish-dotted fruit, flat on the sphagnum, some turned partly scarlet, on terminal peduncles, with slender thread-like stems, and small leaves, strongly resolute on the edges–of which Emerson says, the “Common cranberry of the north of Europe,” cranberry of commerce there.

October 17, 1859-These interesting little cranberries are quite scarce, the vine bearing (this year at least) only amid the higher and drier sphagnum mountains amid the lowest bushes about the edge of the open swamp, There the dark red berries (quite ripe, only a few spotted still) now rest on the shelves of the red sphagnum. There is only enough of these berries for sauce to a botanist’s Thanksgiving dinner.

I have come out this afternoon a-cranberrying, chiefly to gather some of the small cranberry, Vaccinium oxycoccus. This was a small object, yet not to be postponed, on account of imminent frosts-that is, if I would know this year the flavor of the European cranberry as compared with our larger kind. I thought I should like to have a dish of this sauce on the table at Thanksgiving of my own gathering. I could hardly make up my mind to come this way, it seemed so poor an object to spend the afternoon on. I kept foreseeing a lame conclusion-how I should cross the Great Fields, look into Beck Stow’s Swamp, and then retrace my steps no richer than before. In fact, I expected little of this walk, yet it did pass through the side of my mind that somehow, on this very account (my small expectation), it would tum out well, as also the advantage of having some purpose, however small, to be accomplished-of letting your deliberate wisdom and foresight in the house to some extent direct and control your steps.  If you would really  take a position outside the street and daily life of men, you must have deliberately planned your course, you must have business which is not your neighbors’ business, which they cannot understand. For only absorbing employment prevails, succeeds, takes up space, occupies territory, determines the future of individuals and states, drives Kansas out of your head, and actually and permanently occupies the only desirable and free Kansas against all border ruffians.  The attitude of resistance is one of weakness, inasmuch as it only faces an enemy; it has its back to all that is truly attractive. You shall have your affairs, I will have mine.   You will spend this afternoon in setting up your neighbor’s stove, and be paid for it; I will spend it in gathering the few berries of the Vaccinium OXYCOCCUS which nature produces here, before it is too late, and be paid for it also, after another fashion.  I have always reaped unexpected and incalculable advantages from carrying out at last, however tardily, any little enterprise which my genius suggested to me long ago as a thing to be done, some step to be taken, however slight out of the usual course.

Henry D. Thoreau

Wild Fruits

p. 164-167

De : Allan H .Schmidt<allanhschmidt@ @gmail.com>

A : Julien Negre<Julien.negre@ymail.com>

Envoye Ie : Jeudi 11 septembre 2014 18h23

Objet: Re: Thoreau’s “Beck Stow’s swamp”


I have located Beck Stow’s Swamp on one of Thoreau’s Land Surveys on file at the Concord Free Public Library.

You may see it by going to: http://www.concordlibrary.org/scollect/Thoreau_surveys/7c/7c-c.jpg

and scrolling down the page.

Thoreau’s notation is right below the road intersection.

I found this reference in the Herbert Gleason Archives at the Concord Library.

So I would accept Gleason’s map but I have not yet identified the source for Brad Dean’s map, but still looking.



On Fri, Sep 12, 2014 at 8:52 AM, Julien Negre wrote:

Allan, that’s fascinating, thank you very much. I didn’t expect to have the swamp mapped and located by Thoreau himself! I had a look at the volumes of the Journal of the Princeton edition and it is said that Theo Baumann’s map was made using Gleason’s map and modern USGS maps from 1950 and 1958. I had a look at those maps and the area around Mill Brook (south of Lexington Road) is depicted as swampy, whereas the area near the road intersection indicated by Thoreau is indicated as normally dry. That might be the reason why Baumann located the swamp there? Best,


Julien Nègre <julien.negre@ymail.com>

De : Allan H. Schmidt <allanhschmidt@gmail.com>

À : Julien Nègre <julien.negre@ymail.com>

Envoyé le : Lundi 8 septembre 2014 21h30

Objet : Re: Thoreau’s “Beck Stowe’s swamp”


e: Thoreau’s “Beck Stow’s swamp”

message Fri, Sep 12,2014 at Allan H. Schmidt <allanhschmidt@gmail.com >

11 :17 AM To: Julien Negre <julien.negre@ymaiLcom> Bcc: Ellen Schmidt <eschmidt01742@gmail.com>


You could be correct, the area where Beck Stow’s Swamp was located in Thoreau’s day is high and dry today (I drove by there this morning), although there is another swamp just a little further south known as Gowlings which was and still is wet.

What I find strange about the map in Dean’s book is that he completely
omitted Hawthorne Lane which connects Cambridge Turnpike and
Lexington Road and is bordered by the Mill Brook.

Gleason’s map is slightly in error in this area, showing the Mill Brook crossing Hawthorne Lane a bit further south than it did and does today. My wife and I walk that area every day.


lof4 12/15/201410:42 AM

Dear Mr Schmidt,
Thank you for your letter that arrived as a complete surprise !
if my memory serves me right, i did that map 1967/68 in Christchurch, New Zealand.
As this is a lifetime in my past, i cannot remember from whom and what basic information i had at hand when drawing that map.
I am also not able to correct those omissions, as i have retired my pen and magnifying glass  !!
But what i find incredible to believe is HOW you could find my present address !?
You see, i have moved COUNTRIES and homes at least 20 times and been living at the present address for only one year !
Are you working with the CIA ???  Ha Ha !
Thanks again for your information,
and warmest (here it is presently 33C) Regards

Theo Baumann

Henry David Thoreau

High Blueberry

Some ten days later come the high blueberry, swamp blueberry, or bilberry.

We have two common varieties: (Vaccinium corymbosum and its variety, atrocarpum).  The latter, which is the least common, is small and black, without bloom, more acid, and a day or two earlier than the thimbleberry, beginning the first of July; and both last to September.  I notice the green berries by the thirtieth of May, and between the first and fifth of July begin to see a few ripe ones. They are at their height from the first to the fifth of August.

They are said to be found as far north as Newfoundland and Quebec. They grow in swamps, or if they are very wet, about their edges, and about the edges of ponds, and occasionally you meet a bush even on a hillside. It loves the water so much that though it may grow about the edge of a pond with steep and hard shores, like Walden and Goose Pond, it is confined strictly to the shoreline and will not bear well except in seasons when the water is high.  By the sight of these bushes, as of button bushes and some others in a hollow, you may know when you have gotten down to the water-level.  Let the ground in the woods sink to a certain depth so that water or considerable moisture is reached, and sphagnum and other water plants spring up there; and if man does not interfere, a dense hedge of high-blueberry bushes will commonly spring up around the edge, curving over it, or perhaps will extend through it, and this whether it is a mere hollow a rod across or a swamp of a hundred acres.

This is the commonest stout shrub of our swamps, of which I have been compelled to cut down not a few when running lines on a survey or in low woods.  When I see their dense curving tops ahead, I expect a wet foot.   The flowers have an agreeable, sweet, and berry promising fragrance and a handful of them plucked and eaten have a sub-acid taste, agreeable to some palates.  The fruit has a singularly cool and refreshing, slightly acid flavor; yet the botanist Pursh says of his (Vaccinium corymbosum, which must be another kind) simply, “berries, black, insipid.” In the Duc d’ Aremberg’s garden at Enghien, it is said to be “cultivated in the peat border for its fruit, which is used like that of the cranberry” so slow are they to find out what it is goof for!  Rarely I find some which have a peculiar and decided bitter taste, which makes them almost inedible.  They are of various sizes, colors, and flavors, but I prefer the large and more acid blue ones with bloom.   These embody for me the essence and flavor of the swamp.  When they are thick and large, bending he bushes with their weight, few fruits are so handsome a sight.

Some growing sparingly on recent shoots are half an inch or more in diameter, or nearly as big as cranberries.  I should not dare to say how many quarts I once picked from a single bush which I actually climbed.

These are not all that temp most into the swamps.  Annually we go on a pilgrimage to these sacred places, in spite of dogwood and bilberry bumps.  There are Beck Stow’s and Gowing’s and the Damon Meadows and Charles Mile’s and others, which all have heard of, and there are many a preserve concealed in the midst of the woods known only to a few.

Henry D. Thoreau

Wild Fruits

p. 30 & 31

J. Walter Brain


  1. J. Walter Brain

March 19, 1936 – April 19, 2015

Home Trek

On I trek the length of that grassy lane

Amidst green and misty rolling fields

And the far woods, a fieldstone wall by the side

Of the lane coasting along up and down hill

To the measure of my unwary, idle stride,

To the swing of my arms and the beating of my heart…

Am I now going anywhere?

For I feel I’ve arrived, though never did I leave

And have been here all along, seduced by these fields

And mists, a lonely elm past my trek,

A red barn looms farther on, the sky abloom

Mauve and rose, whether the first blush

Of day or eventide’s glimmer matters not,

My words echoing my footfalls all along.

  1. J. Walter Brain

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