What Kind Was It
A little sunshine at rising. I, standing by the river, see it
first reflected from E. Wood’s windows before I can see the sun.
Standing there, I hear the same stertorous note of a frog or
two as was heard the 13th, apparently from quite across all this
flood, and which I have so often observed before. What kind is it?
source: Henry David Thoreau, Journal, April 1856
image: Bing/Images, Frogs