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whiter and cleaner sand for this purpose from the opposite shore of
the pond in a boat, a sort of conveyance which would have tempted
me to go much farther if necessary. My house had in the meanwhile
been shingled down to the ground on every side. In lathing I was
pleased to be able to send home each nail with a single blow of the
hammer, and it was my ambition to transfer the plaster from the
board to the

wall neatly and rapidly. I remembered the story of a conceited
fellow, who, in fine clothes, was wont to lounge about the village
once, giving advice to workmen. Venturing one day to substitute
deeds for words, he turned up his cuffs, seized a plasterer’s board,
and having loaded his trowel without mishap, with a complacent
look toward the lathing overhead, made a bold gesture thitherward;
and straightway, to his complete discomfiture, received the whole
contents in his ruffled bosom. I admired anew the economy and
convenience of plastering, which so effectually shuts out the cold
and takes a handsome finish, and I learned the various casualties to
which the plasterer is liable. I was surprised to see how thirsty the
bricks were which drank up all the moisture in my plaster before I
had smoothed it, and how many pailfuls of water it takes to christen
a new hearth. I had the previous winter made a small quantity of
lime by burning the shells of the Unio fluviatilis, which our river
affords, for the sake of the experiment; so that I knew where my
materials came from. I might have got good limestone within a mile
or two and burned it myself, if I had cared to do so.

The pond had in the meanwhile skimmed over in the shadiest and
shallowest coves, some days or even weeks before the general
freezing. The first ice is especially interesting and perfect, being
hard, dark, and transparent, and affords the best opportunity that ever
offers for examining the bottom where it is shallow; for you can lie
at your length on ice only an inch thick, like a skater insect on the
surface of the water, and study the bottom at your leisure, only two
or three inches distant, like a picture behind a glass, and the water is
necessarily always smooth then. There are many furrows in the sand
where some creature has travelled about and doubled on its tracks;
and, for wrecks, it is strewn with the cases of caddis-worms made of
minute grains of white quartz. Perhaps these have creased it, for you
find some of their cases in the furrows, though they are deep and
broad for them to make. But the ice itself is the object of most
interest, though you must improve the earliest opportunity to study
it. If you examine it closely the morning after it freezes, you find that
the greater part of the bubbles, which at first appeared to be within it,
are against its under surface, and that more are continually rising
from the bottom; while the ice is as yet comparatively solid and
dark, that is, you see the water through it. These bubbles are from an
eightieth to an eighth of an inch in diameter, very clear and beautiful,
and you see your face reflected in them through the ice. There may
be thirty or forty of them to a square inch. There are also already
within the ice narrow oblong perpendicular bubbles about half an
inch long, sharp cones with the apex upward; or oftener, if the ice is
quite fresh, minute spherical bubbles one directly above another, like
a string of beads. But these within the ice are not so numerous nor
obvious as those beneath. I sometimes used to cast on stones to try
the strength of the ice, and those which broke through carried in air
with them, which formed very large and conspicuous white bubbles
beneath. One day when I came to the same place forty-eight hours
afterward, I found that those large bubbles were still perfect, though
an inch more of ice had formed, as I could see distinctly by the seam
in the edge of a cake. But as the last two days had been very warm,
like an Indian summer, the ice was not now transparent, showing the
dark green color of the water, and the bottom, but opaque and
whitish or gray, and though twice as thick was hardly stronger than
before, for the air bubbles had greatly expanded under this heat and
run together, and lost their regularity; they were no longer one
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