The Latchstring to Maine Woods and WatersHoughton Mifflin, 1916 - 228 pagina's |
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Pagina 8
... months , gets a perspective of his State , swells with pride , gets homesick , and calls for the time - table . When we were boys we used to fish some brook or pond , or shoot some cover or piece of woods , all unconscious of its beauty ...
... months , gets a perspective of his State , swells with pride , gets homesick , and calls for the time - table . When we were boys we used to fish some brook or pond , or shoot some cover or piece of woods , all unconscious of its beauty ...
Pagina 23
... months . Morgan horses were obtained wherever possible , and they were trained to the hour . There were relays from three to five miles , and in several instances , according to the hills , the run for one horse was only two miles . For ...
... months . Morgan horses were obtained wherever possible , and they were trained to the hour . There were relays from three to five miles , and in several instances , according to the hills , the run for one horse was only two miles . For ...
Pagina 33
... months of June , July , August , and Sep- tember . There must be added thousands more who come for the early spring fishing , which begins in April , and for the fall shooting , which does not end until the last of December . It is ...
... months of June , July , August , and Sep- tember . There must be added thousands more who come for the early spring fishing , which begins in April , and for the fall shooting , which does not end until the last of December . It is ...
Pagina 36
... months is the coast of Maine . I have slept away forty - one summers on Squirrel Island , at the entrance of Boothbay Harbor , and am something of an amateur thermometer crank . In all this time I have never known the mercury to rise ...
... months is the coast of Maine . I have slept away forty - one summers on Squirrel Island , at the entrance of Boothbay Harbor , and am something of an amateur thermometer crank . In all this time I have never known the mercury to rise ...
Pagina 38
... months of June , July , and August was 65.7 degrees . And this , mind you , taking into the account a few days each year when the mercury runs up into the nineties just to give pleasant con- trast , days which you really enjoy because ...
... months of June , July , and August was 65.7 degrees . And this , mind you , taking into the account a few days each year when the mercury runs up into the nineties just to give pleasant con- trast , days which you really enjoy because ...
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Pagina 169 - It is a country full of evergreen trees, of mossy silver birches and watery maples, the ground dotted with insipid, small, red berries, and strewn with damp and moss-grown rocks, — a country diversified with innumerable lakes and rapid streams, peopled with trout...
Pagina 157 - The village stood on a wide plain, and around it rose the mountains. They were green to their tops in summer, and in the winter white through their serried pines and drifting mists, but at every season serious and beautiful, furrowed with hollow shadows, and taking the light on masses and stretches of iron-grey crag.
Pagina 100 - An' she looked full ez rosy agin Ez the apples she was peelin'. 'Twas kin' o' kingdom-come to look On sech a blessed cretur, A dogrose blushin' to a brook Ain't modester nor sweeter. He was six foot o' man, A 1, Clear grit an' human natur' ; None couldn't quicker pitch a ton Nor dror a furrer straighter.
Pagina 170 - ... white man. Such is the home of the moose, the bear, the caribou, the wolf, the beaver, and the Indian. Who shall describe the inexpressible tenderness and immortal life of the grim forest, where Nature, though it be mid-winter, is ever in her spring, where the moss-grown and decaying trees are not old, but seem to enjoy a perpetual youth; and blissful, innocent Nature, like a serene infant, is too happy to make a noise, except by a few tinkling, lisping birds and trickling rills? What a place...
Pagina 158 - Behind the black boles of the elms that swept the vista of the street with the fine gray tracery of their boughs, stood the houses, deep-sunken in the accumulating drifts, through which each householder kept a path cut from his doorway to the road, white and clean as if hewn out of marble.
Pagina 136 - Do you know the blackened timber — do you know that racing stream With the raw, right-angled log-jam at the end; And the bar of sun-warmed shingle where a man may bask and dream To the click of shod canoe-poles round the bend? It is there that we are going with our rods and reels and traces, To a silent, smoky Indian that we know — To a couch of new-pulled hemlock with the starlight on our faces, For the Red Gods call us out and we must go ! They must go — go, etc.
Pagina 157 - They were green to their tops in summer, and in winter white through their serried pines and drifting mists, but at every season serious and beautiful, furrowed with hollow shadows, and taking the light on masses and stretches of iron-gray crag. The river swam through the plain in long curves, and slipped away at last through an unseen pass to the southward, tracing a score of miles in its course over a space that measured but three or four. The plain was very fertile, and its features, if few and...
Pagina 159 - Some cross-streets straggled away east and west with the poorer dwellings; but this, that followed the northward and southward reach of the plain, was the main thoroughfare, and had its own impressiveness, with those square white houses which they build so large in northern New England. They were all kept in scrupulous repair, though here and there the frost and thaw of many winters had heaved a fence out of plumb, and threatened the poise of the monumental urns of painted pine on gatepost.
Pagina 170 - Who shall describe the inexpressible tenderness and immortal life of the grim forest, where Nature, though it be mid-winter, is ever in her spring, where the moss-grown and decaying trees are not old, but seem to enjoy a perpetual youth; and blissful, innocent Nature, like a serene infant, is too happy to make a noise, except by a few tinkling, lisping birds and trickling rills ? THOREAU: The Maine Woods.
Pagina 170 - ... and mosquitoes, more formidable than wolves to the white man. Such is the home of the moose, the bear, the caribou, the wolf, the beaver, and the Indian. Who shall describe the inexpressible tenderness and immortal life of the grim forest...