At length the winter set in in good earnest,just as I had finished plastering,and the wind began to howl around the house as if it had not had permission to do so till then.Night after night the geese came lumbering in in the dark with a clangor and a whistling of wings,even after the ground was covered with snow,some to alight in Walden,and some flying low over the woods toward Fair Haven,bound for Mexico.Several times,when returning from the village at ten or eleven o'clock at night,I heard the tread of a flock of geese,or else ducks,on the dry leaves in the woods by a pond-hole behind my dwelling,where they had come up to feed,and the faint honk or quack of their leader as they hurried off.In 1845Walden froze entirely over for the first time on the night of the 22d of December,Flint's and other shallower ponds and the river having been frozen ten days or more;in '46,the 16th;in '49,about the 31st;and in '50,about the 27th of December;in '52,the 5th of January;in '53,the 31st of December.The snow had already covered the ground since the 25th of November,and surrounded me suddenly with the scenery of winter.I withdrew yet farther into my shell,and endeavored to keep a bright fire both within my house and within my breast.My employment out of doors now was to collect the dead wood in the forest,bringing it in my hands or on my shoulders,or sometimes trailing a dead pine tree under each arm to my shed.An old forest fence which had seen its best days was a great haul for me.I sacrificed it to Vulcan,for it was past serving the god Terminus.How much more interesting an event is that man's supper who has just been forth in the snow to hunt,nay,you might say,steal,the fuel to cook it with!His bread and meat are sweet.There are enough fagots and waste wood of all kinds in the forest of most of our towns to support many fires,but which at present warm none,and,some think,hinder the growth of the young wood.There was also the driftwood of the pond.In the course of the summer I had discovered a raft of pitch pine logs with the bark on,pinned together by the Irish when the railroad was built.This I hauled up partly on the shore.After soaking two years and then lying high six months it was perfectly sound,though water-logged past drying.I amused myself one winter day with sliding this piecemeal across the pond,nearly half a mile,skating behind with one end of a log fifteen feet long on my shoulder,and the other on the ice;or I tied several logs together with a birch withe,and then,with a longer birch or alder which had a hook at the end,dragged them across.Though completely waterlogged and almost as heavy as lead,they not only burned long,but made a very hot fire;nay,I thought that they burned better for the soaking,as if the pitch,being confined by the water,burned longer,as in a lamp.
Gilpin,in his account of the forest borderers of England,says that “the encroachments of trespassers,and the houses and fences thus raised on the borders of the forest,”were “considered as great nuisances by the old forest law,and were severely punished under the name of purprestures,as tending ad terrorem ferarum-ad nocumentum forestae,etc.,”to the frightening of the game and the detriment of the forest.But I was interested in the preservation of the venison and the vert more than the hunters or woodchoppers,and as much as though I had been the Lord Warden himself;and if any part was burned,though I burned it myself by accident,I grieved with a grief that lasted longer and was more inconsolable than that of the proprietors;nay,I grieved when it was cut down by the proprietors themselves.I would that our farmers when they cut down a forest felt some of that awe which the old Romans did when they came to thin,or let in the light to,a consecrated grove (lucum conlucare),that is,would believe that it is sacred to some god.The Roman made an expiatory offering,and prayed,Whatever god or goddess thou art to whom this grove is sacred,be propitious to me,my family,and children,etc.
It is remarkable what a value is still put upon wood even in this age and in this new country,a value more permanent and universal than that of gold.After all our discoveries and inventions no man will go by a pile of wood.It is as precious to us as it was to our Saxon and Norman ancestors.If they made their bows of it,we make our gun-stocks of it.Michaux,more than thirty years ago,says that the price of wood for fuel in New York and Philadelphia “nearly equals,and sometimes exceeds,that of the best wood in Paris,though this immense capital annually requires more than three hundred thousand cords,and is surrounded to the distance of three hundred miles by cultivated plains.”In this town the price of wood rises almost steadily,and the only question is,how much higher it is to be this year than it was the last.Mechanics and tradesmen who come in person to the forest on no other errand,are sure to attend the wood auction,and even pay a high price for the privilege of gleaning after the woodchopper.It is now many years that men have resorted to the forest for fuel and the materials of the arts:the New Englander and the New Hollander,the Parisian and the Celt,the farmer and Robin Hood,Goody Blake and Harry Gill;in most parts of the world the prince and the peasant,the scholar and the savage,equally require still a few sticks from the forest to warm them and cook their food.Neither could I do without them.
