As for the inlet or outlet of Walden,I have not discovered any but rain and snow and evaporation,though perhaps,with a thermometer and a line,such places may be found,for where the water flows into the pond it will probably be coldest in summer and warmest in winter.When the ice-men were at work here in '46-7,the cakes sent to the shore were one day rejected by those who were stacking them up there,not being thick enough to lie side by side with the rest;and the cutters thus discovered that the ice over a small space was two or three inches thinner than elsewhere,which made them think that there was an inlet there.They also showed me in another place what they thought was a “leach-hole,”through which the pond leaked out under a hill into a neighboring meadow,pushing me out on a cake of ice to see it.It was a small cavity under ten feet of water;but I think that I can warrant the pond not to need soldering till they find a worse leak than that.One has suggested,that if such a “leach-hole”should be found,its connection with the meadow,if any existed,might be proved by conveying some colored powder or sawdust to the mouth of the hole,and then putting a strainer over the spring in the meadow,which would catch some of the particles carried through by the current.
While I was surveying,the ice,which was sixteen inches thick,undulated under a slight wind like water.It is well known that a level cannot be used on ice.At one rod from the shore its greatest fluctuation,when observed by means of a level on land directed toward a graduated staff on the ice,was three quarters of an inch,though the ice appeared firmly attached to the shore.It was probably greater in the middle.Who knows but if our instruments were delicate enough we might detect an undulation in the crust of the earth?When two legs of my level were on the shore and the third on the ice,and the sights were directed over the latter,a rise or fall of the ice of an almost infinitesimal amount made a difference of several feet on a tree across the pond.When I began to cut holes for sounding there were three or four inches of water on the ice under a deep snow which had sunk it thus far;but the water began immediately to run into these holes,and continued to run for two days in deep streams,which wore away the ice on every side,and contributed essentially,if not mainly,to dry the surface of the pond;for,as the water ran in,it raised and floated the ice.This was somewhat like cutting a hole in the bottom of a ship to let the water out.When such holes freeze,and a rain succeeds,and finally a new freezing forms a fresh smooth ice over all,it is beautifully mottled internally by dark figures,shaped somewhat like a spider's web,what you may call ice rosettes,produced by the channels worn by the water flowing from all sides to a centre.Sometimes,also,when the ice was covered with shallow puddles,I saw a double shadow of myself,one standing on the head of the other,one on the ice,the other on the trees or hillside.
While yet it is cold January,and snow and ice are thick and solid,the prudent landlord comes from the village to get ice to cool his summer drink;impressively,even pathetically,wise,to foresee the heat and thirst of July now in January,-wearing a thick coat and mittens!when so many things are not provided for.It may be that he lays up no treasures in this world which will cool his summer drink in the next.He cuts and saws the solid pond,unroofs the house of fishes,and carts off their very element and air,held fast by chains and stakes like corded wood,through the favoring winter air,to wintry cellars,to underlie the summer there.It looks like solidified azure,as,far off,it is drawn through the streets.These ice-cutters are a merry race,full of jest and sport,and when I went among them they were wont to invite me to saw pit-fashion with them,I standing underneath.