ABSTRACT
Henry D. Thoreau, in that volume of his printed works entitled The Maine Woods, wrote both simply and with profundity of his observations on three separate journeys into the Maine woods in the mid-nineteenth century. The essays, while perhaps lacking some of the angry depth of his political tracts and some of the perceptivity of Walden, are nonetheless blessed with a keen sense of the wonder of the natural world through which he travelled. One particularly poignant sketch of this series occurs in the final essay, “The Allegash and East Branch,” in which he narrates his adventures on a journey northward through lovely Moosehead Lake and back toward Bangor along the East Branch River.
