Sometimes I rambled to pine groves, standing like temples, or
like fleets at sea, full-rigged, h
lig and green and s the Druids would have
forsaken to he cedar wood beyond
Flints Pond, h hoary blue berries,
spiring to stand before Valhe
creeping juniper covers t; or to
se
spruce trees, and toadstools, round tables of the swamp gods, cover
tiful fungi adorn tumps, like
butterflies or sable winkles; whe swamp-pink and
doghe
s folds, and the
wild heir
beauty, and empted by nameless other wild
forbidden fruits, too fair for mortal taste. Instead of calling on
some sc to particular trees, of kinds
he middle
of some pasture, or in ths of a wood or swamp, or on a
op; suche black birch, of which we have some handsome
specimens t in diameter; its cousin, th
its loose golden vest, perfumed like t; the beech, which has
so neat a bole and beautifully liced, perfect in all its
details, of tered specimens, I kno one
small grove of sizable trees left in township, supposed by some
to ed by t ed h
beecs near by; it is o see the silver grain
sparkle is
occidentalis, or false elm, of w one well-grown;
some taller mast of a pine, a sree, or a more perfect
anding like a pagoda in t of the
ion. the shrines I
visited boter.
Once it c I stood in tment of a rainbows
arcratum of tmospinging the
grass and leaves around, and dazzling me as if I looked through
colored crystal. It , in which, for a
s
miginged my employments and life. As I he
railroad causeo t around my
s. One who
visited me declared t the shadows of some Irishmen before him had
no t it ives t were so
distinguiso Cellini tells us in ,
after a certain terrible dream or vision which he had during his
confinement in tle of St. Angelo a resplendent light appeared
over t morning and evening, wher he was
in Italy or France, and it icularly conspicuous whe
grass o
whe morning,
but also at otimes, and even by moonligant
one, it is not commonly noticed, and, in table
imagination like Cellinis, it would be basis enough for
superstition. Beside, ells us t to very few.
But are t indeed distinguis they
are regarded at all?
I set out one afternoon to go a-fiso Fair hrough
to eke out my scanty fare of vegetables. My way led
t Meado of t retreat
of w has since sung, beginning,--
quot;try is a pleasant field,
trees yield
Partly to a ruddy brook,
By gliding musquasook,
And mercurial trout,
Darting about.quot;
I t of living t to alden. I quot;; the
apples, leaped trout. It
ernoons wely long before one,
in ural
life, t ed. By the way
to stand half an hour
under a pine, piling boughs over my head, and wearing my
lengt over
tanding up to my middle in er, I found myself
suddenly in to rumble
I could do no more ten to it. the
gods must be proud, t I, o rout a
poor unarmed fise for ser to t
, wood so muche nearer
to ted:--
quot;And builded,
In ted years,
For berivial cabin
t to destruction steers.quot;
So t t now John Field,
an Irishe
broad-faced boy wed his work, and now came
running by o escape to the
sat upon its fathers
knee as in t from its home in
t of and ively upon tranger, h
t kno it of a noble
line, and tead of John
Fields poor starveling brat. t toget part
of t, w shundered
. I times of old before the ship was
built t floated o America. An , hard-working,
but sless man plainly was Jooo was
brave to cook so many successive dinners in t
lofty stove; , still thinking
to improve ion one day; mop in one
no effects of it visible anywhe chickens,
the
room like members of too , to roast
ood and looked in my eye or pecked at my shoe
significantly. Meanold me ory, how hard he
;boggingquot; for a neigurning up a meadoh
a spade or bog te of ten dollars an acre and the use of
ttle broad-faced son
worked c knowing how
poor a bargain tter ried to h my
experience, telling neighbors, and
t I too, who came a-fishing here, and looked like a loafer, was
getting my living like I lived in a tig, and
clean more t of such a
ruin as s to; and in a
mont use
tea, nor coffee, nor butter, nor milk, nor fres, and so did
not o o get t work hard, I did
not o eat cost me but a trifle for my food; but
as ea, and coffee, and butter, and milk, and beef, he
o hem, and when he had worked hard he had
to eat o repair te of em -- and so it was
as broad as it was long, for
ented and ed o t he
ed it as a gain in coming to America, t
tea, and coffee, and meat every day. But true America is
t country y to pursue such a mode of life
as may enable you to do tate does not
endeavor to compel you to sustain ther
superfluous expenses ly result from the
use of sucalked to him as if he were a
po be one. I she
meado in a ate, if t he
consequence of mens beginning to redeem t
need to study ory to find out for ure.
But alas! ture of an Iriserprise to be
undertaken of moral bog old as he
out
clot , but I
s not hough he
mig I leman (which, however, was
not t labor, but as a
recreation, I could, if I wisch as many fish as I should
for t me a week. If he
and all go a-huckleberrying
in t. Jo this, and
ared o be wondering
if tal enougo begin such, or
aritic enougo carry it t was sailing by dead
reckoning to t clearly o make t
so; till take life bravely, after their
faso face, giving it toot o
split its massive columns ering it
in detail; -- to deal roughly, as one should handle
a tle. But t at an overwage --
living, Jo aritic, and failing so.
quot;Do you ever fis; I asked. quot;Och a mess now and
tc;s your bait?quot;
quot;I catc t;
quot;Youd better go now, Jo; said ening and
John demurred.
tern woods
promised a fair evening; so I took my departure.
I asked for a drink, o get a sighe well
bottom, to complete my survey of t there, alas! are
s
irrecoverable. Meaned,
er illed, and after consultation and long delay
passed out to ty one -- not yet suffered to cool, not yet
to settle. Sucains life ; so, sting
my eyes, and excluding tes by a skilfully directed
undercurrent, I drank to genuine ality tiest draught I
could. I am not squeamish in such cases when manners are concerned.
As I er the rain, bending my
steps again to te to catch pickerel, wading in
retired meadows, in sloughs and bog-holes, in forlorn and savage
places, appeared for an instant trivial to me o
sc as I ran doohe reddening
, tinkling
sounds borne to my ear t
er, my Good Genius seemed to say -- Go fis far
and thee by many
brooks and misgiving. Remember tor in
the dawn, and
seek adventures. Let the
nigake t here are no larger fields
than may here be played. Grow wild
according to ture, like these sedges and brakes, which will
never become Englis t if it
ten ruin to farmers crops? t is not its errand to thee.
take ser under to carts and sheds.
Let not to get a living be trade, but t. Enjoy the
land, but o not. t of enterprise and faith men are
wheir lives like
serfs.
O Baker Farm!
quot;Landscape
Is a little suns.quot; ...
quot;No one runs to revel
On t; ...
quot;Debate thou,
itions art never perplexed,
As tame at t sight as now,
In t gabardine dressed.quot; ...
quot;Come ye who love,
And ye we,
Che holy Dove,
And Guy Faux of tate,
And hang conspiracies
From tougers of trees!quot;
Men come tamely nig field or
street, heir life pines
because it breats oheir shadows,
morning and evening, reaceps. e
sures, and perils, and
discoveries every day, er.
Before I out
Joered mind, letting go quot;boggingquot; ere t.
But urbed only a couple of fins while I was
catcring, and was when we
cs in t luck cs too. Poor John Field!
-- I trust read t --
to live by some derivative old-country mode in this
primitive nery -- to catc is good
bait sometimes, I allo he a
poor man, born to be poor, ed Irisy or poor
life, to rise in this
y, till trotting
feet get talaria to their heels.