A letter to a friend telling him about the preparation towards your final examination

Stone, two or three feet thick, the door of wood and iron, a foot thick, and the iron grating which strained the light, i could not being struck with the foolishness of that institution which treated me as if i were mere flesh and blood and bones, to be locked up. i wondered that it should have concluded at length that this was the best use it could put me to, and had never thought to avail itself of my services in some way. i saw that, if there was a wall of stone between me and my townsmen, there was a still more difficult one to climb or break through before they could get to be as free as i was. i did not for a moment feel confined, and the walls seemed a great waste of stone and mortar. i felt as if i alone of all my townsmen had paid my tax. — “civil disobedience,” henry david thoreau based on this passage, how did thoreau feel about his confinement?

He had fished in the river since ten years and he was a good fisherman. he know where to found the slim sliver chilwa fish, a big beautiful mahseer and the long moustache singhara. he know where the river was deep but where it is shallow; he knew which baits to use - which fish like worms and which liked gram. edit the above

Based on this excerpt, charlotte smith and reverend walsh