Thoreau's Journal on this website
- Jan.4, 1853. Yellow birches in Estabrook country.
- March 21, 1853. I am heaved like the road: spring renewal on the Estabrook road.
- Oct. 20, 1857. Barefooted Brooks Clark.
- Nov. 7, 1858. Apple harvest at Bateman's Pond.
- Sept. 24, 1859. Estabrook road-- road for walkers.
Thoreau in his Easterbrooks Country
There still is a place in Concord and Carlisle within which, because of its essential wildness, beats the spiritual heart of Henry Thoreau. It is the Estabrook Woods, which Thoreau called the Easterbrooks Country. Few people know of it, and many who visit do not visit again because the place is not charismatic.
Now wooded and intimate, it is less starkly beautiful than it was in his day. Not being famous has protected it. With a beauty that must be teased out, Estabrook is not hard to get lost in, not hard to be surprised in. Still often empty, it is Thoreau's first-named "great wild tract" and is the final resting place of his Walden house. Caption: Thoreau wrote, "What shall this great wild tract over which we strolled be called? ... It is a paradise for walkers in the fall....Shall we call it the Easterbrooks country?" (Photo of the old Carlisle [Estabrook] road by Ann Chapman, faceted by Steve.)
The "paradise" was the Eden-like profusion of autumnal wild fruits that were abundant in the mixed landscape of the time-- grapes, apples, blueberries, barberries, plums, cranberries. Emerson called it "a cornucopia of golden joys."
Rocky, rough and swampy, Estabrook Woods is different from the sandy Walden Woods, and people over the years have used it differently. Even now, it is not a public park, for its heart is Harvard's ecology research area.
(Caption: A vernal pool near the Kibbe place. For a wonderful Thoreau journal entry about the spring equinox near here, click here.)
To rally public support for its preservation, Estabrook's friends, in addition to pointing to its notable history, its ecological value, and the community's affection, have relied on a few evocative passages in Thoreau's writings about Estabrook. My sense, however, was that there was a richer vein to discover--that there were more, hidden references about Estabrook in the journals than had been realized. When I searched, the journals did not disappoint me. Not only did they tell a vivid story about Estabrook, they also told much about Thoreau, the man, the writer, and the naturalist. What was to be a simple--but more complete--list of journal entries has become a compiled text of fifty thousand of Thoreau's words about Easterbrooks from one hundred sixty journal entries and a few other passages in "Wild Apples," "Dispersion of Seeds," "Huckleberries," Walden, A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers, and Wild Fruits.
J. Walter Brain has said, "Although Thoreau never got to writing a book or essay on the Estabrooks Country, it was in the Journal that, for over twenty years, he tracked its poetry of place." (Paul Brooks called Thoreau's journal his "great poem.") As the Concord Historical Commission said "These passages are not merely haunting descriptions of a landscape lost to time. They continue to resonate because we are still able to experience the beauty and mystery of these woods in much the same way Thoreau did." The passages connect the woods to its various histories--geological, Native American, colonial, early industrial, revolutionary, agricultural, natural, and literary.
Moreover, these passages capture the tensions hidden in Estabrook's forgotten landscape and in Thoreau's inner terrain. Some tensions are reminiscent of Walden; some are Estabrook's own. Is it a deserted or a peopled land; a wild or a congenial place? With open moors or dark woods? Are the people coarse or simple and direct? Do they find there sterility or fertility? Starvation or satisfaction? Does he write of the present or ancient times; of former inhabitants or current visitors; of death or creation; with natural or spiritual vision; in dispassionate or lyrical expression? These tensions enrich our experience because they express truths about the land and the thoughts it evoked. Though Waldenless, Estabrook has its own Walden, its own spiritual metaphor--the old Carlisle road. This road (now the old Estabrook road) was and is the spine of the Estabrook experience.
Because our attention is focused on an interesting place and its people, the initially overwhelming full journal (it is two million words long!) becomes graspable. We can see Thoreau and his journal evolve, yet the passion and the personality of the man, our remarkable fellow-citizen, remain vivid and likable. (Click for information on on-line texts and more information on publications about Thoreau in his Easterbrooks Country.)
Caption: This is a picture of Middlesex students celebrating Estabrook at the Musketaquid Festival Parade in Concord. Click here for a larger version of this picture [36K]. The quote on the poster is Henry Thoreau's, written specifically about his "Easterbrooks Country" and Walden Woods. It reads as follows: "We boast of our system of education, but why stop at schoolmasters and schoolhouses? We are all schoolmasters and our schoolhouse is the universe. To attend chiefly to the desk or schoolhouse while we neglect the scenery[*] in which it is placed is absurd. If we do not look out we shall find our fine schoolhouse standing in the cowyard at last." [* for "scenery," I think he also meant nature and all the inspiration that the wild offers. As he said, "In wildness is the preservation of the world."]
Herbert Gleason's 1906 annotated map of places Thoreau visited. This is the Estabrook portion of Gleason's memorable 1906 map, with modern annotations and some corrections. It is large file (110K) but it is legible on-screen and suitable for printing.
Thoreau did his own maps of Estabrook country--his surveys. On one, he cryptically scrawled "Upernavik, the most northerly inhabited spot upon the globe." What did he mean?
The pencil mill. Henry's father had many careers--the last was as a maker of pencils. During Henry's youth, the father operated a sawmill on one of Estabrook's tiny brooks to cut up the cedars of Estabrook's pastures to make pencils. The millpond and the foundation of the mill are still there on Saw Mill Brook (the site probably had been in use for centuries). Click here for a larger version of photo. (Photo reproduced courtesy of Thoreau Institute.) Many years later, the son would write:
"Was that a large shad bush where Father's [pencil] mill used to be? There is quite a waterfall beyond, where the old dam was. Where the rapids commence, at the outlet of the pond, the water is singularly creased as it rushes to the fall--like braided hair as the poet has it. I did not see any inequalities in the rock it rushed over which could make it so plaited" (April 21, 1852).
The Yellow Birches. Jamie Christian's toned photo of Estabrook's yellow birches on Punkatasset captures their golden ringlets. About trees, Thoreau could be both scientific (as he puzzled out forest succession) and lyrical. Both impulses led him in 1853 to write, after a cold January day spent surveying nearby: "How pleasing to stand beside a new or rare tree. & few are so handsome as this... in its peeling or fringed & tasselled bark... The bark an exquisite fine or delicate gold colorcurled off partly from the trunk with vertical clear or smooth spaces as if a plane had been passed up the tree. The sight of these trees affects me more than California gold." More pictures and journal text here.
To read an entry from Thoreau's journal about a walk on the old Carlisle road (now called the Estabrook road), click here or on the picture [September 24, 1859].
Thoreau described the Indian corn hills between the Paul Adams Place and Bateman's Pond and, as this link discusses, because of this, they were recently re-discovered. In a Journal of Historical Archaeology article, Middlesex School's consultants (J.C. Garman, P.A. Russo, S.A. Mrozowski, and M.A. Volmar) took cheap shots at Thoreau's archaeological observations. In a critique of this article, I called it a lost opportunity for scholarship.
Brooks Clark's farm. Here's the farm at the south edge of Estabrook Woods that both Thoreau and William Brewster knew as the Clark Farm (now Rasmussen's). Thoreau's cabin rotted away beside the Estabrook road, in the trees at the upper left of the photo, after the farmer's son dragged it here from Walden, intending to live in it. He died not long afterwards, and the cabin rotted away for the next twenty years. Click here for wider version and a Thoreau journal entry about the barefooted Brooks Clark.