“After perhaps two miles of river, we entered Heron Lake, Called on the map Pongokwahem, scaring up forty or fifty young shecorways, sheldrakes, at the entrance, which ran over the water with great rapidity, as usual in a long line.”
“Pointing southeasterly over the lake and distant forest, he observed, ‘Me go Oldtown in three days.’ I asked how he would get over the swamps and fallen trees. ‘O,’ said he, ‘in winter all covered, go anywhere on snow-shoes, right across lakes.’ When I asked how he went, he said, ‘First I go Ktaadn, west side, then I go Millinocket, then Pamadumcook, then Nickatou, then Lincoln, then Oldtown,’ or else he went a shorter way by the Piscataquis. What a wilderness walk for a man to take alone!”
—Henry David Thoreau, “1857 Allegash and East Branch”, The Maine Woods