I have said that Walden has no visible inlet nor outlet, but it is on the one hand distantly and indirectly related to Flint's Pond, which is more elevated, by a chain of small ponds coming from that quarter, and on the other directly and manifestly to Concord River, which is lower, by a similar chain of ponds through which in some other geological period it may have flowed, and by a little digging, which God forbid, it can be made to flow thither again.
Flint's, or Sandy Pond, in Lincoln, our greatest lake and inland sea, lies about a mile east of Walden.
I seen old Flint in the corner there, behind you; as plain as print, I seen him; and if I get the horrors, I'm a man that has lived rough, and I'll raise Cain.
Well, then, you get on a horse, and go to-- well, yes, I will!--to that eternal doctor swab, and tell him to pipe all hands--magistrates and sich--and he'll lay 'em aboard at the Admiral Benbow--all old Flint's crew, man and boy, all on 'em that's left.
For instance, what reader but knows that Mr Allworthy felt, at first, for the loss of his friend, those emotions of grief, which on such occasions enter into all men whose hearts are not composed of
flint, or their heads of as solid materials?
They laid the blame, however, entirely on their guns; two miserable old pieces with
flint locks, which, with all their picking and hammering, were continually apt to miss fire.
He took out a blackened pipe, filled it, lighted it with
flint and steel, pulled at it until it was in a bright glow: then, suddenly held it from him and dropped something into it from between his finger and thumb, that blazed and went out in a puff of smoke.
"I am the only man whom Barbecue feared," he urged, "and
Flint feared Barbecue."
“Don't be crabbed, my boy,” said the other, who was very coolly fixing his
flint. “They say you have a hole in your left shoulder yourself, so I think Brom may give you a fire for half-price.
Or perhaps your
flints are giving out, or are worn out- that happens sometimes, you know.
They have a kind of hard
flints, which, by grinding against other stones, they form into instruments, that serve instead of wedges, axes, and hammers.
He bolts down all events, all creeds, and beliefs, and persuasions, all hard things visible and invisible, never mind how knobby; as an ostrich of potent digestion gobbles down bullets and gun
flints. And as for small difficulties and worryings, prospects of sudden disaster, peril of life and limb; all these, and death itself, seem to him only sly, good-natured hits, and jolly punches in the side bestowed by the unseen and unaccountable old joker.