reminded of the lapse of time. I grew in those seasons like corn in

get out themselves, and as if unwilling to be brought in. I was

was up early this winter morning by the light of the stars amid the

had when the oxen that wore them were careering over the pampas of

arriving within the circle of the town, or adventurous country

and stillness, while the birds sing around or flitted noiseless

employed than they could have consciously devised. I am less

opportunity to become acquainted with their habits. Sometimes I

admirable routine of life, compared with the discipline of looking

Whats the railroad to me?

that practically speaking, when I have learned a mans real

blown from the mountains by the September gales. The air is filled

But their dogs, where are they? It is a stampede to them; they are

merchandise in the country for seed. All day the fire-steed flies

I did not read books the first summer; I hoed beans. Nay, I

bird to his tame stock -- to say nothing of the eggs and drumsticks.

feebler notes of other birds -- think of it! It would put nations

south of where I dwell. I usually go to the village along its

but little printed. The rays which stream through the shutter will

light some work of mine; it was morning, and lo, now it is evening,

into your cellar; sturdy pitch pines rubbing and creaking against

proportionally louder. Sometimes one would circle round and round

bow to me as to an old acquaintance, they pass me so often, and

metaphor, which alone is copious and standard. Much is published,

and natural music of the cow. I do not mean to be satirical, but to

ere long ran away and came home again, quite down at the heel and

dun-fish for a Saturdays dinner. Next Spanish hides, with the

our lives according to the last and best mode we had learned, we

Atlantic and Pacific is awakened by his voice; but its shrill sound

I rejoice that there are owls. Let them do the idiotic and

night, and were again as musical as ever just before and about dawn.

teamster shelter himself and his lading against sun, wind, and rain

the stark twilight and unsatisfied thoughts which all have. All day

heathen deity, nor were they minced into hours and fretted by the

uninterupted. It was pleasant to see my whole household effects out

sparrow had its trill, sitting on the hickory before my door, so had

split up; pine, spruce, cedar -- first, second, third, and fourth

his liver and brain for a few hours of iron slumber. If the

winter, sounding like the scream of a hawk sailing over some

the larger wood, in the midst of a young forest of pitch pines and

songsters. All climates agree with brave Chanticleer. He is more

disconsolate cow in a distant barn-yard. In the mean-while all the

Tell. The air is full of invisible bolts. Every path but your own

squirrels on the roof and under the floor, a whip-poor-will on the

pond, but vainly bellowing troonk from time to time, and pausing for

and hear the free wind blow on them; so much more interesting most

over his bulkhead and thinks of the last arrivals on the coast, how

far, that the farmers set their clocks by them, and thus one

much precision as a clock, within five minutes of a particular time,

carriage or team along the distant highway.

vocation, too, is gone. Their fidelity and sagacity are below par

I my chuckle or suppressed warble which he might hear out of my

When I meet the engine with its train of cars moving off with

that once in human shape night-walked the earth and did the deeds of

house. Instead of a scuttle or a blind blown off in the gale -- a

men who inhabit the snowplow for their winter quarters; who have not

Late in the evening I heard the distant rumbling of wagons over

your meadows, and wild sumachs and blackberry vines breaking through

Cuttingsville, Vermont, some trader among the Green Mountains, who

owl; and then imagine the cackling of the hens to fill the pauses

these tails exhibit is to make glue of them, which I believe is what

ancient wine-bibbers and wassailers, still unrepentant, trying to

and if it be put into a pot and boiled, will come out an excellent

earlier every successive day of his life, till he became unspeakably

Bedford, or Concord bell, when the wind was favorable, a faint,

music and singing birds; as if it were the dark and tearful side of

howlings. But now one answers from far woods in a strain made

on the alert. What is a course of history or philosophy, or poetry,

courageous thought. It reminded me of ghouls and idiots and insane

the Maine woods, which did not go out to sea in the last freshet,

groceries, country; your rations, countrymen! Nor is there any man

is usually done with them, and then they will stay put and stick.

behind it -- and the trader, as a Concord trader once did, hang it

I had this advantage, at least, in my mode of life, over those

quite thrown out; they have lost the scent. Methinks I hear them

there. It was worth the while to see the sun shine on these things,

those splendid articles, English, French, or American prints,

traders from the other side. As they come under one horizon, they

hickories, and half a dozen rods from the pond, to which a narrow

shore; the sedge is bending under the weight of the reed-birds

be warmed, and pressed, and bound round with ligatures, and after a

heard fhｔtpｓ://reａd•99ｃsw•cｏmour or five at once in different parts of the wood, by

revisit this system, since its orbit does not look like a returning

restlessness of despair to some new perch on the gray oaks. Then --

dwell within them. With such huge and lumbering civility the

clear and shrill for miles over the resounding earth, drowning the

by the poets of all countries along with the notes of their native

melody which the air had strained, and which had conversed with

intoxication never comes to drown the memory of the past, but mere

hour. Housework was a pleasant pastime. When my floor was dirty, I

about my clearing; the tantivy of wild pigeons, flying by two and

strawberry leaves are strewn about. It looked as if this was the

gelatinous, mildewy stage in the mortification of all healthy and

short stems, which last, in the fall, weighed down with goodsized

tu-whit tu-who of the poets, but, without jesting, a most solemn

circulate above, and the chickadee lisps amid the evergreens, and

flitting hither and thither; and for the last half-hour I have heard

method nor discipline can supersede the necessity of being forever

me in the woods a few feet distant as if tethered by a string, when

But while we are confined to books, though the most select and

horse make the hills echo with his snort like thunder, shaking the

the azure tint it imparts to it. There came to me in this case a

start once more on his travels without rest or slumber. Or

Commerce is unexpectedly confident and serene, alert,

and Indian oceans, and tropical climes, and the extent of the globe.

are frogs there -- who would fain keep up the hilarious rules of

gradually assumed their bright velvety crimson hue, and by their

day." This was sheer idleness to my fellow-townsmen, no doubt; but

cars are now the epochs in the village day. They go and come with

solemnly grave, mocking at mirth, and the wine has lost its flavor,

its delicate flowers arranged in umbels cylindrically about its

wrought; that some of my neighbors, who, I should have prophesied,

and nothing memorable is accomplished. Instead of singing like the

shores, then ejaculates the master of ceremonies, with satisfaction,

summer, the Manilla hemp and cocoanut husks, the old junk, gunny

perchance run wild and strike a league with the wolf and the fox.

the shingles for want of room, their roots reaching quite under the

the same trivial words and notes sung by a wood-nymph.

sat in my sunny doorway from sunrise till noon, rapt in a revery,

cotton and linen descend, the final result of dress -- of patterns

the woods sounded sweet and melodious, and at first I would mistake

part, I minded not how the hours went. The day advanced as if to

What recommends commerce to me is its enterprise and bravery.

every leaf and needle of the wood, that portion of the sound which

bed and bedstead making but one budget, dashed water on the floor,

The whistle of the locomotive penetrates my woods summer and

pine tree snapped off or torn up by the roots behind your house for

over the engine were the perspiration of heroic deeds, or as

fancy it the most melancholy sound in Nature, as if she meant by

undeveloped nature which men have not recognized. They represent

I perceived clearly that it was akin to the music of the cow, and

fall like a fan to the ground, when there was not a breath of air

following drill-barrow, sprinkle all the restless men and floating

and I must get off the track and let the cars go by;--

a reply.

At evening, the distant lowing of some cow in the horizon beyond

tails still preserving their twist and the angle of elevation they

they were starved out, or rather were never baited in -- only

growing five or six feet the first season. Its broad pinnate

Here is a hogshead of molasses or of brandy directed to John Smith,

moose, and caribou. Next rolls Thomaston lime, a prime lot, which

any birds, and if they could be naturalized without being

is the path of fate. Keep on your own track, then.

infernal groves. Yet I love to hear their wailing, their doleful

drovers with their sticks, and shepherd boys in the midst of their

and twilight woods which no day illustrates, suggesting a vast and

"In truth, our village has become a butt

of a human being -- some poor weak relic of mortality who has left

at the greatest possible distance produces one and the same effect,

drooling chaps, under this northern shore quaffs a deep draught of

now worthy to inhabit it. If all were as it seems, and men made the

referred to the setting of the sun, every evening. I had a rare

causeway, and am, as it were, related to society by this link. The

And the blackberries a-growing,

nor hens to cackle in the yard. No yard! but unfenced nature

vegetable, or mineral, and yet it shall be as pure as a snowflake,

blackberry vines run round its legs; pine cones, chestnut burs, and

well-conducted institution regulates a whole country. Have not men

these bright saloons without the knowledge of their inhabitants;

really melodious by distance -- Hoo hoo hoo, hoorer hoo; and indeed

their heads peering, above the mould-board which is turning down

sometimes tempted to stretch an awning over them and take my seat

allow me to move in again, and my meditations were almost

in this case. We have constructed a fate, an九-九-藏-書 Atropos, that never

My house was on the side of a hill, immediately on the edge of

other than daisies and the nests of field mice, like bowlders of the

apparently they take me for an employee; and so I am. I too would

dimples the glassy surface of the pond and brings up a fish; a mink

Mountains and the Connecticut, shot like an arrow through the

palm-leaf which will cover so many flaxen New England heads the next

perchance, which is still raging and chilling mens blood, I bear

It fills a few hollows,

withal, far more so than many fantastic enterprises and sentimental

their iron steed are frozen. On this morning of the Great Snow,

experiments, and hence its singular success. I am refreshed and

familiar objects look out of doors than in the house. A bird sits

I feel more like a citizen of the world at the sight of the

responses, trilled along the woodside; reminding me sometimes of

chilled breath, which announces that the cars are coming, without

ginghams, muslins, etc., gathered from all quarters both of fashion

through the house, until by the sun falling in at my west window, or

country. For I did not live so out of the world as that boy who, as

such regularity and precision, and their whistle can be heard so

goes the woollen; up come the books, but down goes the wit that

threnodies in the scenery of their transgressions. They give me a

disposition, I have no hopes of changing it for the better or worse

fitting day dawns, and a different race of creatures awakes to

is the magic and charm of it. It is not merely a repetition of what

broken their fast the morning sun had dried my house sufficiently to

that I never had been bor-r-r-r-n! echoes another on the farther

in this state of existence. As the Orientals say, "A curs tail may

improved somewhat in punctuality since the railroad was invented?

heard by day or night, summer or winter.

repeated, where the next in seniority and girth has gulped down to

with his chin upon a heart-leaf, which serves for a napkin to his

stopping to read the riot act, no firing over the heads of the mob,

advertised that at a certain hour and minute these bolts will be

fuel. Instead of no path to the front-yard gate in the Great Snow

We live the steadier for it. We are all educated thus to be sons of

it for the voices of certain minstrels by whom I was sometimes

atmosphere makes a distant ridge of earth interesting to our eyes by

reaching up to your very sills. A young forest growing up under

Sometimes, on Sundays, I heard the bells, the Lincoln, Acton,

awakened by his tramp and defiant snort at midnight, when in some

new sense of the variety and capacity of that nature which is our

walls, and chairs enough to seat all the weary and heavy-laden that

end. If we were always, indeed, getting our living, and regulating

their old festal tables, though their voices have waxed hoarse and

new Mythology I dont know), it seems as if the earth had got a race

whistle! I doubt if there is such a place in Massachusetts now:--

men on the freight trains, who go over the whole length of the road,

express the meaning of Nature there.

house, pushing up through the embankment which I had made, and

Far through unfrequented woods on the confines of towns, where

once only the hunter penetrated by day, in the darkest night dart

bales, of all hues and qualities, the lowest condition to which

their native woods, and hear the wild cockerels crow on the trees,

ticking of a clock; for I lived like the Puri Indians, of whom it is

ejaculation tr-r-r-oonk, tr-r-r--oonk, tr-r-r-oonk! and straightway

my meditations are interrupted only by the faint rattle of a

the baying of dogs, and sometimes again the lowing of some

on far northern hills, which has winged its way over the Green

Where it ends.

have been. They were not time subtracted from my life, but so much

only, on which, forsooth, will be written tales of real life, high

probably I was near its eggs. They sang at intervals throughout the

the former place. I have been astonished at the miracles it has

comes over the water from some distant cove the same password

up by his door for a sign when he commences business, until at last

The Fitchburg Railroad touches the pond about a hundred rods

over and above my usual allowance. I realized what the Orientals

had seemed to be dead, developed themselves as by magic into

they were at length one articulation of Nature.

the Spanish Main -- a type of all obstinacy, and evincing how almost

golden and silver wreaths, like many a downy cloud which I have

ceased to be novel. It was a drama of many scenes and without an

every day go about their business with more or less courage and

To walk in a winter morning in a wood where these birds abounded,

theatre, that my life itself was become my amusement and never

will get far among the hills before it gets slacked. These rags in

birds, I silently smiled at my incessant good fortune. As the

When other birds are still, the screech owls take up the strain,

the folks were all gone off; why, you couldnt even hear the

oaks and sand cherry, blueberry and groundnut. Near the end of May,

reprove his indolence.

head rattles his bell, the mountains do indeed skip like rams and

Sierra Nevada, that occupy an outside place in the universe.

I am not sure that I ever h九九藏書eard the sound of cock-crowing from

As I sit at my window this summer afternoon, hawks are circling

earth with his feet, and breathing fire and smoke from his nostrils

Grand Banks and the fisheries. Who has not seen a salt fish,

that I do the rising of the sun, which is hardly more regular.

the sun for a minute and casts my distant field into the shade, a

remembering the pangs and the delights of supernal love in the

sing a catch in their Stygian lake -- if the Walden nymphs will

this once wild Indian pheasant is certainly the most remarkable of

midst, on a level with their droves now, their vocation gone, but

It sets the sand a-blowing,

Sometimes, in a summer morning, having taken my accustomed bath, I

serenaded, who might be straying over hill and dale; but soon I was

the noise of some travellers wagon on the distant highway, I was

the singing of the kettle, nor the hissing of the urn, nor children

pig, nor hens, so that you would have said there was a deficiency of

scrubbed it clean and white; and by the time the villagers had

this moment stopping at some brilliant station-house in town or

of the storms they have weathered as these rents have done? They

more alone than ever. For the rest of the long afternoon, perhaps,

"to be the mast

seen, high in the heavens, unfolding its masses to the light -- as

your pay for them! screams the countrymans whistle; timber like

music, the regrets and sighs that would fain be sung. They are the

content, doing more even than they suspect, and perchance better

So is your pastoral life whirled past and away. But the bell rings,

turns aside. (Let that be the name of your engine.) Men are

sighs one on this side of the pond, and circles with the

whizzing sound, I look up from my book and see some tall pine, hewn

the evening train had gone by, the whip-poor-wills chanted their

sometimes, as I sat at my window, so heedlessly did they grow and

merely the three-o-clock-in-the-morning courage, which Bonaparte

now. They will slink back to their kennels in disgrace, or

of the Green Mountains. They will not be in at the death. Their

early, who go to sleep only when the storm sleeps or the sinews of

Our peaceful plain its soothing sound is -- Concord."

flocks, all but the mountain pastures, whirled along like leaves

unwearied!

mistake; and then the howl goes round again and again, until the sun

celestial train beside which the petty train of cars which hugs the

woodchuck under the house, a screech owl or a cat owl behind it, a

blackberry, and life-everlasting, johnswort and goldenrod, shrub

mountains, to fodder and harness his steed. Fire, too, was awakened

domesticated, it would soon become the most famous sound in our

try to imitate it -- expressive of a mind which has reached the

vale. The echo is, to some extent, an original sound, and therein

expanded when the freight train rattles past me, and I smell the

a vibration of the universal lyre, just as the intervening

-- no gate -- no front-yard -- and no path to the civilized world.

homesick. He had never seen such a dull and out-of-the-way place;

if this traveling demigod, this cloud-compeller, would ere long take

remote glen in the woods he fronts the elements incased in ice and

thought was the rarest, but whose courage does not go to rest so

distinguished not only the cluck after each note, but often that

who were obliged to look abroad for amusement, to society and the

the little hills like lambs. A carload of drovers, too, in the

when their lords clarions rested! No wonder that man added this

are stripped, all the cranberry meadows are raked into the city. Up

melodiousness -- I find myself beginning with the letters gl when I

I was also serenaded by a hooting owl. Near at hand you could

earth is but the barb of the spear. The stabler of the iron horse

like mourning women their ancient u-lu-lu. Their dismal scream is

classic, and read only particular written languages, which are

boughs behind my house, gives a voice to the air; a fish hawk

accident one a bar behind another, and so near me that I

maniacal hooting for men. It is a sound admirably suited to swamps

they strap on his snowshoes, and, with the giant plow, plow a furrow

barking behind the Peterboro Hills, or panting up the western slope

the night, and they were far better than any work of the hands would

enterprise were as heroic and commanding as it is protracted and

graveyard ditty, the mutual consolations of suicide lovers

shore rang with the trump of bullfrogs, the sturdy spirits of

shout their warning to get off the track to the other, heard

truly Ben Jonsonian. Wise midnight hags! It is no honest and blunt

going

common dwelling. Oh-o-o-o-o that I never had been bor-r-r-r-n!

snow; and he will reach his stall only with the morning star, to

comes the cotton, down goes the woven cloth; up comes the silk, down

on the alert. Who would not be early to rise, and rise earlier and

Swamp, scaring the owl and fox. The startings and arrivals of the

so sincerely by any power to get off its track. There is no

healthy, wealthy, and wise? This foreign birds note is celebrated

horizon were the strings of a harp which it swept. All sound heard

steals out of the marsh before my door and seizes a frog by the

never roused me from my slumbers. I kept 九-九-藏-書neither dog, cat, cow,

snow-storm, and I behold the plowmen covered with snow and rime,

sometimes through the circles of two towns. Here come your

the muffled tone of their engine bell from out the fog bank of their

And hark! here comes the cattle-train bearing the cattle of a

affected by their heroism who stood up for half an hour in the front

themselves but dialects and provincial, we are in danger of

way these forms came to be transferred to our furniture, to tables,

planetary motion -- or, rather, like a comet, for the beholder knows

they may affect the price for him, telling his customers this

the strong New England and commercial scent, reminding me of the

perchance, at evening, I hear him in his stable blowing off the

amidst the pines and hickories and sumachs, in undisturbed solitude

not unpleasantly disappointed when it was prolonged into the cheap

not if with that velocity and with that direction it will ever

my clearing, and I thought that it might be worth the while to keep

on the grass, making a little pile like a gypsys pack, and my

rose early, and, setting all my furniture out of doors on the grass,

Of some great ammiral."

tr-r-r-oonk! and each in his turn repeats the same down to the least

stirring, broken off by its own weight. In August, the large masses

over the country, stopping only that his master may rest, and I am

them, and the fishes in the pond no longer feel their rumbling, I am

wilderness. At a sufficient distance over the woods this sound

natural form." The only effectual cure for such inveteracies as

and ink, standing amid the pines and hickories. They seemed glad to

should never be troubled with ennui. Follow your genius closely

I hear, was put out to a farmer in the east part of the town, but

flock of wild geese or a laughing loon on the pond, and a fox to

putting, the perseverance of the saints to the blush? with which you

but I cross it like a cart-path in the woods. I will not have my

It does not clasp its hands and pray to Jupiter. I see these men

pardon the comparison, for though there are almost no weeds, there

bridges -- a sound heard farther than almost any other at night --

more legible and interesting now than if they should be wrought into

his mark; and when this observance has made the circuit of the

for the most part it suggested only pleasing associations, whether

enough, and it will not fail to show you a fresh prospect every

elements and Nature herself would cheerfully accompany men on their

indigenous even than the natives. His health is ever good, his

While these things go up other things come down. Warned by the

the sun has shone on the surface of some savage swamp, where the

if the birds and flowers had tried me by their standard, I should

advertised in the Cuttingsville Times.

he expects some by the next train of prime quality. It is

weight again bent down and broke the tender limbs.

hope behind, and howls like an animal, yet with human sobs, on

beneficent as that which floats over the farmers fields, then the

woods, surpassing the clangor of the goose and the hooting of the

country hands a chair to the city. All the Indian huckleberry hills

thousand hills, sheepcots, stables, and cow-yards in the air,

For one of those fleet railroad shafts, and oer

thoroughly cured for this world, so that nothing can spoil it, and

moment, as he has told them twenty times before this morning, that

still clinging to their useless sticks as their badge of office.

city, where a social crowd is gathered, the next in the Dismal

Regularly at half-past seven, in one part of the summer, after

entering the dark valley, made more awful by a certain gurgling

the sunset sky for the livery of his train; when I hear the iron

paper and printed books. Who can write so graphically the history

singular buzzing sound like a fly in a spiders web, only

on the next bough, life-everlasting grows under the table, and

express my appreciation of those youths singing, when I state that

nest. My days were not days of the week, bearing the stamp of any

once for all, would never get to Boston by so prompt a conveyance,

shot toward particular points of the compass; yet it interferes with

threes athwart my view, or perching restless on the white pine

so independent on his farm that he can say them nay. And heres

long battering-rams going twenty miles an hour against the citys

are proof-sheets which need no correction. Here goes lumber from

if a pastoral valley were going by. When the old bell-wether at the

forgetting the language which all things and events speak without

no matter how well selected, or the best society, or the most

acquires a certain vibratory hum, as if the pine needles in the

errands and be their escort.

disperses the morning mist, and only the patriarch is not under the

(what kind of winged horse or fiery dragon they will put into the

always at what is to be seen? Will you be a reader, a student

risen four dollars on the thousand because of what did go out or was

adventurous, and unwearied. It is very natural in its methods

his oldest customer cannot tell surely whether it be animal,

often did better than this. There were times when I could not

stage-office? There is something electrifying in the atmosphere of

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sweet, and, as it were, natural melody, worth importing into the

from the mountains to the seaboard, in which the cars, like a

himself, it is true. The natural day is very calm, and will hardly

farmers yard, informing me that many restless city merchants are

superfluous energy of the day, that he may calm his nerves and cool

tropical leaf was pleasant though strange to look on. The large

township within ten minutes, and scarce another eye beholds it;

vespers for half an hour, sitting on a stump by my door, or upon the

a cockerel for his music merely, as a singing bird. The note of

bark in the night. Not even a lark or an oriole, those mild

was worth repeating in the bell, but partly the voice of the wood;

chairs, and bedsteads -- because they once stood in their midst.

the sand cherry (Cerasus pumila) adorned the sides of the path with

may sweep or pave the streets, and split your kindlings, and the

stores which go dispensing their odors all the way from Long Wharf

writes them.

which are now no longer cried up, unless it be in Milwaukee, as

from far in the Lincoln woods.

and poverty, going to become paper of one color or a few shades

twelve years labor bestowed upon it, still it will retain its

are on hand when the bell rings. To do things "railroad fashion" is

I watch the passage of the morning cars with the same feeling

I never go to see

the elements had taken up and modulated and echoed from vale to

elements their servants for noble ends! If the cloud that hangs

distended, leakiest, and flabbiest paunched, that there be no

for yesterday forward for tomorrow, and overhead for the passing

now the byword; and it is worth the while to be warned so often and

tax their weak joints, I heard a fresh and tender bough suddenly

senses or died of ennui before this. Not even rats in the wall, for

not have been found wanting. A man must find his occasions in

long delay, notwithstanding the veto of a New England northeast

saturation and waterloggedness and distention. The most aldermanic,

side with tremulous sincerity, and -- bor-r-r-r-n! comes faintly

and low, and founded on fact! This closed car smells of salt fish,

crying, to comfort one. An old-fashioned man would have lost his

bags, scrap iron, and rusty nails. This carload of torn sails is

curve -- with its steam cloud like a banner streaming behind in

afford to sacrifice the bloom of the present moment to any work,

line at Buena Vista, than by the steady and cheerful valor of the

buds, suddenly pushing out late in the spring from dry sticks which

graceful green and tender boughs, an inch in diameter; and

hopeless and incurable are all constitutional vices. I confess,

darkness, now expiating their sins with their wailing hymns or

merely, or a seer? Read your fate, see what is before you, and walk

imports for the farmers near his clearing, and now perchance stands

Now that the cars are gone by and all the restless world with

and become only liquor to distend their paunches, and sweet

no mans business, and the children go to school on the other track.

the rattle of railroad cars, now dying away and then reviving like

ridge-pole, a blue jay screaming beneath the window, a hare or

with the bleating of calves and sheep, and the hustling of oxen, as

be no longer remembered when the shutter is wholly removed. No

footpath led down the hill. In my front yard grew the strawberry,

eyes put out and my ears spoiled by its smoke and steam and hissing.

single spruce stands hung with usnea lichens, and small hawks

thus early to put the vital heat in him and get him off. If the

on into futurity.

enterprise were as innocent as it is early! If the snow lies deep,

And makes banks for the swallows,

said that "for yesterday, today, and tomorrow they have only one

of berries, which, when in flower, had attracted many wild bees,

the once scorned water, and passes round the cup with the

Do they not talk and think faster in the depot than they did in the

Their train of clouds stretching far behind and rising higher and

fain be a track-repairer somewhere in the orbit of the earth.

qualities, so lately all of one quality, to wave over the bear, and

mean by contemplation and the forsaking of works. For the most

plantation birds, ever visited my clearing. No cockerels to crow

this to stereotype and make permanent in her choir the dying moans

the partridge and rabbit skulk beneath; but now a more dismal and

higher, going to heaven while the cars are going to Boston, conceals

I tasted them out of compliment to Nature, though they were scarcely

domestic sounds; neither the churn, nor the spinning-wheel, nor even

three-legged table, from which I did not remove the books and pen

word, and they express the variety of meaning by pointing backward

palatable. The sumach (Rhus glabra) grew luxuriantly about the

to Lake Champlain, reminding me of foreign parts, of coral reefs,

whether of the head or hands. I love a broad margin to my life.

spirits, the low spirits and melancholy forebodings, of fallen souls

the beat of a partridge, conveying travellers from Boston to the

ridge-pole of the house. They would begin to sing almost with as

lungs are sound, his spirits never flag. Even the sailor on the

and sprinkled white sand from the pond on it, and then with a broom