Reading in Walden’s “A Dog-puncher on the Yukon” I came across this sentence: “The country at that time was full of mastodon bones, which the Indians collected and sold to the white-men. The miners discovered a good many in the mines as well.” The idea thrills me; mastodon bones lying on a hillside to the north, spring flowers coming up, ice-masses still hanging on ledges, underneath which black caves seemingly extend into the center of the earth. A feeling of Prehistoric times pervading the landscape.
Charles E. Burchfield, April 26, 1934