Hear Walden’s flatulent ice

David and Matt have been keeping company with Henry David Thoreau at Walden. The pond is frozen and they managed to record its creaking ice, a sound Thoreau knew intimately…

“I slid and skated, as in a vast moose-yard well trodden, overhung by oak woods and solemn pines bent down with snow or bristling with icicles. For sounds in winter nights, and often in winter days, I heard the forlorn but melodious note of a hooting owl indefinitely far; such a sound as the frozen earth would yield if struck with a suitable plectrum. Hoo hoo hoo, hoorer, hoo, sounded sonorously, and the first three syllables accented somewhat like how der do. I also heard the whooping of the ice in the pond, my great bed-fellow in that part of Concord, as if it were restless in its bed and would fain turn over, were troubled with flatulency and had dreams.” 

You can listen to Walden’s ice creak here:

And this is a reconstruction of the cabin where Thoreau heard it:IMG_3819IMG_3813IMG_3843

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