"If a man does not
keep pace with his companions
perhaps it is because he hears a
different drummer. Let him step to
the music which he hears, however
measured or far
away."-Henry David
Thoreau
"He is a keen and delicate
observer of nature - a genuine
observer - which, I suspect, is
almost as rare a character as even
an original poet; and Nature, in return
for his love, seems to adopt him as
her especial child, and shows him
secrets which few others are allowed
to witness."-Nathaniel
Hawthorne, from his journal,
September 1, 1842
Born in Concord, MA, on July 12,
1817, Concord's most famous native
son was a quintessentially American
essayist and naturalist. He
graduated from Harvard College at
age 20 and worked briefly in the
Thoreau (pronounced like
"thorough," with the accent on the
first syllable) family's pencil factory
before taking up life as a teacher.
With his brother John, he
established a school in Concord
based on Transcendentalism, a
philosophy he learned from Concord
friend and neighbor Ralph Waldo
Emerson. When John died of lockjaw
in 1842, Thoreau closed the school
and moved in with Emerson, working
as his handyman. With Emerson's
encouragement, he continued to
keep a journal and published a few
pieces in the Dial, a
Transcendentalist journal.
In 1845, Thoreau
built himself a one-room cabin on
Walden Pond where he set out to
"live deep and suck out all the
marrow of life." He lived in the cabin
on and off for two years, faithfully
recording the experience in his
journal. Seven years later, he would
publish Walden; or Life in the
Woods, a collection of essays
based on his journal and describing
his personal philosophy of
self-sufficiency and antimaterialism.
An ardent abolitionist and staunch
defender of John Brown, during his
stay on Walden Pond, Thoreau was
arrested and jailed for one night for
failing to pay his poll tax, which he
did to protest slavery and the
government's "imperialist"
Mexican-American war. That
experience would become the basis
for his essay "On the Duty of Civil
Disobedience."
In the early 1850s, he
moved back to his family home in
Concord, working again in the family
pencil business and as a surveyor,
an outdoor job that would provide the
basis for numerous essays and
publications on natural history,
ecology, and man's place in nature.
In 1860, while working outdoors he
caught a cold that quickly turned into
bronchitis. Already suffering from
tuberculosis (from which his older
sister Helen had apparently died in
1849), his health steadily
deteriorated, and on May 6, 1862, shy
of his forty-fifth birthday, he died at
home in Concord. He is buried on
Author's Ridge next to the graves of
Emerson, Alcott, and Hawthorne in
Concord's Sleepy Hollow Cemetery.