Of course the book had "found" its reader, as Coleridge would say of such a divine conjunction, and like the famishing charity boy, that particular reader wanted "some more." That earnest man, reading Walden, and one of the few of that day able to read it 'between the lines,'—reading and pondering under the burr-oaks in the silence of the forest solitude,—
"—felt like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken."
From the title-page of Walden he learned that Thoreau was also the author of another book, A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers. Failing to obtain a copy of this from the publishers of Walden or any other source then known to him,
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