One winter
morning the
narrator woke
somewhat
confused from a
restless and
troubled sleep
It has been a long winter and he has been anxious and disturbed about his
spiritual life
Imbued with a new sense of vitality, he
energetically began his morning work by
taking his pail to the pond and searching
for water beneath the ice and snow
Observing the frozen lake
He cut a hole in the ice and, while drawing water, enjoyed
looking through this window into the depths below
Soon he caught a glimpse of the life
moving below the ice. He was overjoyed
with the sight
The narrator then tells us that in the late winter of 1846, before the ice broke up, he
measured the depth and charted the topography of the pond's bottom. He found that Walden
was one hundred and seven feet deep
People are taking ice to sell in warmer weather
Morning routine
The narrator tells us that in
the mornings he would
bathe his intellect in the
stupendous and
cosmogonal philosophy of
the Bhagvat Geeta