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How Thoreau's Walden Pond Mixed with the Ganges and Yoga Came to America with Swami Vivekananda

One early morning in 1846, during the coldest days of a New England winter, Henry David Thoreau looked out the window of his small cabin on Walden Pond and saw men cutting its ice into blocks. That ice was hauled by horse to a railroad that ran across the western edge of Walden Pond, packed into a boxcar, taken to Boston and loaded onto a clipper ship that sailed to Calcutta, India, arriving about four months later. Once there, that ice was purchased by grateful members of the East India Company. Thoreau had witnessed a small part of the global ice trade between New England and India that took place during the latter part of the nineteenth century. When Thoreau considered the ice trade, his vision sailed on metaphors far beyond the scope of business. The waters he imagined flowed both east and west and carried not just natural elements, but culture, religion and philosophy as well. He envisioned that after arriving in Calcutta, the New England ice of Walden Pond would eventually melt and run downhill where it would join with the sacred water of the Ganges. He wrote in Walden: "It appears that the sweltering inhabitants of Charleston and New Orleans, of Madras and Bombay and , drink at my well. In the morning I bathe my intellect in the stupendous and cosmogonal philosophy of the , since whose composition years of the gods have elapsed, and in comparison with which our modern world and its literature seem puny and trivial; and I doubt if that philosophy is not to be referred to a previous state of existence, so remote is its sublimity from our conceptions. I lay down the book [Bhagavad-Gita] and go to my well for water, and lo! there I meet the servant of the Bramin, priest of and and who still sits in his temple on the Ganges reading the , or dwells at the root of a tree with his crust and water jug. I meet his servant come to draw water for his master, and our buckets as it were grate together in the same well. The pure Walden water is mingled with the sacred water of the Ganges." This book tells the story of these waters . . .

One early morning in 1846, during the coldest days of a New England winter, Henry David Thoreau looked out the window of his small cabin on Walden Pond and saw men cutting its ice into blocks. That ice was hauled by horse to a railroad that ran across the western edge of Walden Pond, packed into a boxcar, taken to Boston and loaded onto a clipper ship that sailed to Calcutta, India, arriving about four months later. Once there, that ice was purchased by grateful members of the East India Company. Thoreau had witnessed a small part of the global ice trade between New England and India that took place during the latter part of the nineteenth century.

When Thoreau considered the ice trade, his vision sailed on metaphors far beyond the scope of business. The waters he imagined flowed both east and west and carried not just natural elements, but culture, religion and philosophy as well. He envisioned that after arriving in Calcutta, the New England ice of Walden Pond would eventually melt and run downhill where it would join with the sacred water of the Ganges. He wrote in Walden: "It appears that the sweltering inhabitants of Charleston and New Orleans, of Madras and Bombay and , drink at my well. In the morning I bathe my intellect in the stupendous and cosmogonal philosophy of the , since whose composition years of the gods have elapsed, and in comparison with which our modern world and its literature seem puny and trivial; and I doubt if that philosophy is not to be referred to a previous state of existence, so remote is its sublimity from our conceptions.

I lay down the book [Bhagavad-Gita] and go to my well for water, and lo! there I meet the servant of the Bramin, priest of and and who still sits in his temple on the Ganges reading the , or dwells at the root of a tree with his crust and water jug. I meet his servant come to draw water for his master, and our buckets as it were grate together in the same well. The pure Walden water is mingled with the sacred water of the Ganges."
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Thoreau, <strong>the</strong> Global Ice Trade <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong> Mingling Waters<br />

of <strong>Walden</strong> <strong>Pond</strong> <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>Ganges</strong><br />

When Thoreau considered <strong>the</strong> ice trade, his vision sailed on metaphors far<br />

beyond <strong>the</strong> scope of business. The waters he spoke of flowed both east <strong>and</strong><br />

west <strong>and</strong> were composed of not just natural elements, but culture, religion <strong>and</strong><br />

philosophy as well. He envisioned that after arriving in Calcutta, <strong>the</strong> New<br />

Engl<strong>and</strong> ice of his <strong>Walden</strong> <strong>Pond</strong> would eventually melt <strong>and</strong> run downhill<br />

where it would join <strong>with</strong> <strong>the</strong> sacred water of <strong>the</strong> <strong>Ganges</strong>. He wrote:<br />

"It appears that <strong>the</strong> sweltering inhabitants of Charles<strong>to</strong>n <strong>and</strong><br />

New Orleans, of Madras <strong>and</strong> Bombay <strong>and</strong> Calcutta, drink at my<br />

well. In <strong>the</strong> morning I ba<strong>the</strong> my intellect in <strong>the</strong> stupendous <strong>and</strong><br />

cosmogonal philosophy of <strong>the</strong> Bhagvat-Geeta, since whose<br />

composition years of <strong>the</strong> gods have elapsed, <strong>and</strong> in comparison <strong>with</strong><br />

which our modern world <strong>and</strong> its literature seem puny <strong>and</strong> trivial;<br />

<strong>and</strong> I doubt if that philosophy is not <strong>to</strong> be referred <strong>to</strong> a previous<br />

state of existence, so remote is its sublimity from our conceptions.<br />

I lay down <strong>the</strong> book <strong>and</strong> go <strong>to</strong> my well for water, <strong>and</strong> lo! <strong>the</strong>re I<br />

meet <strong>the</strong> servant of <strong>the</strong> Bramin, priest of Brahma <strong>and</strong> Vishnu<br />

<strong>and</strong> Indra, who still sits in his temple on <strong>the</strong> <strong>Ganges</strong> reading <strong>the</strong><br />

Vedas, or dwells at <strong>the</strong> root of a tree <strong>with</strong> his crust <strong>and</strong> water jug. I<br />

meet his servant come <strong>to</strong> draw water for his master, <strong>and</strong> our buckets<br />

as it were grate <strong>to</strong>ge<strong>the</strong>r in <strong>the</strong> same well. The pure <strong>Walden</strong> water is<br />

mingled <strong>with</strong> <strong>the</strong> sacred water of <strong>the</strong> <strong>Ganges</strong>."<br />

For Thoreau <strong>the</strong> “water of <strong>the</strong> <strong>Ganges</strong>” represented <strong>the</strong> religious<br />

philosophy of ancient India, preserved for thous<strong>and</strong>s of years <strong>and</strong> epi<strong>to</strong>mized<br />

in <strong>the</strong> teachings of <strong>the</strong> Bhagavad-Gita. He saw both <strong>Walden</strong> <strong>Pond</strong> <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />

<strong>Ganges</strong> mingled in <strong>the</strong> same well of water. These waters symbolized <strong>the</strong><br />

eternal Law of life, what <strong>the</strong> Vedic civilization called <strong>the</strong> Sanatana Dharma<br />

– <strong>the</strong> great <strong>the</strong>me of <strong>the</strong> Bhagavad-Gita <strong>and</strong> a subject of Thoreau’s<br />

consideration throughout his stay at <strong>Walden</strong>.<br />

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