Sometimes，also，whentheicewascoveredwithshallowpuddles，I
sawadoubleshadowofmyself，onestandingontheheadoftheother，oneontheice，theotheronthetreesorhillside。
WhileyetitiscoldJanuary，andsnowandicearethickandsolid，theprudentlandlordcomesfromthevillagetogeticetocoolhissummerdrink；impressively，evenpathetically，wise，toforeseetheheatandthirstofJulynowinJanuary——wearingathickcoatandmittens！whensomanythingsarenotprovidedfor。
Itmaybethathelaysupnotreasuresinthisworldwhichwillcoolhissummerdrinkinthenext。Hecutsandsawsthesolidpond，unroofsthehouseoffishes，andcartsofftheirveryelementandair，heldfastbychainsandstakeslikecordedwood，throughthefavoringwinterair，towintrycellars，tounderliethesummerthere。Itlookslikesolidifiedazure，as，faroff，itisdrawnthroughthestreets。Theseice-cuttersareamerryrace，fullofjestandsport，andwhenIwentamongthemtheywerewonttoinvitemetosawpit-fashionwiththem，Istandingunderneath。
Inthewinterof’46-7therecameahundredmenofHyperboreanextractionswoopdownontoourpondonemorning，withmanycarloadsofungainly-lookingfarmingtools——sleds，plows，drill-barrows，turf-knives，spades，saws，rakes，andeachmanwasarmedwithadouble-pointedpike-staff，suchasisnotdescribedintheNew-EnglandFarmerortheCultivator。Ididnotknowwhethertheyhadcometosowacropofwinterrye，orsomeotherkindofgrainrecentlyintroducedfromIceland。AsIsawnomanure，Ijudgedthattheymeanttoskimtheland，asIhaddone，thinkingthesoilwasdeepandhadlainfallowlongenough。Theysaidthatagentlemanfarmer，whowasbehindthescenes，wantedtodoublehismoney，which，asIunderstood，amountedtohalfamillionalready；butinordertocovereachoneofhisdollarswithanother，hetookofftheonlycoat，ay，theskinitself，ofWaldenPondinthemidstofahardwinter。Theywenttoworkatonce，plowing，barrowing，rolling，furrowing，inadmirableorder，asiftheywerebentonmakingthisamodelfarm；butwhenIwaslookingsharptoseewhatkindofseedtheydroppedintothefurrow，agangoffellowsbymysidesuddenlybegantohookupthevirginmoulditself，withapeculiarjerk，cleandowntothesand，orratherthewater——foritwasaveryspringysoil——indeedalltheterrafirmatherewas——