Oct. 20, 1857
[While out on a walk HDT encounters Brooks Clark, an eighty year-old man, walking barefoot (because his shoes are full of wild apples he picked in the woods).] It pleased me to see this cheery old man, with such a feeble hold on life, bent almost double, thus enjoying the evening of his days. Far be it from me to call it avarice [greed] or penury [poverty], this childlike delight in finding something in the woods or fields and carrying it home in the October evening. Oh, no; he was happy to be Nature’s pensioner still, and birdlike to pick up his living.
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