Thoreau describes his visits to the village, which reminds him of a large, gossipy newsroom. <em>People</em> magazine headquarters, perhaps?
He sets out for his cabin at night, and enjoys getting lost in the dark woods. It gives him a sense of how sublime Nature is and how unique he is personally.
Almost as an afterthought, the chapter ends with an offhand remark about – yep – getting arrested. Thoreau spends a night in jail for not paying his taxes, which he describes as a protest against an unjust government. Maybe he should have thrown his beans into the Boston harbor instead.