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 s gods, cover

        tiful fungi adorn tumps, like

        butterflies or sable winkles; whe sink and

        doghe

        s folds, and the

        wild    heir

        beauty, aed 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 s, or on a

        op; suche black birch, of which we have some handsome

        spes t in diameter; its cousin, th

        its loose golde, perfumed like t; the beech, which has

        so    a bole aifully liced, perfe all its

        details, of tered spes, I kno one

        small grove of sizable trees left in township, supposed by some

        to ed by t ed h

        beeear by; it is o see the silver grain

        sparkle is

        octalis, 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.

        O c I stood i 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

        fi in tle of St. Angelo a resple light appeared

        over t m and evening, wher he was

        in Italy or France, and it icularly spicuous whe

        grass    o

        whe m,

        but also at otimes, and even by moonligant

        o is not only 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 oernoon to go a-fiso Fair hrough

        to eke out my sty fare of vegetables.    My way led

        t Meado of t retreat

        of w has since sung, beginning,--

        "try is a pleasant field,

        trees yield

        Partly to a ruddy brook,

        By gliding musquasook,

        And mercurial trout,

        Darting about."

        I t of living t to alden.    I "; 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 muearer

        to ted:--

        "And    builded,

        In ted years,

        For berivial

        t to destru steers."

        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 uper, 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-w,

        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 chis,

        the

        room like members of too , to roast

        ood and looked in my eye or pecked at my shoe

        signifitly.    Meanold me ory, how hard he

        ;bogging" for a neigurning up a meadoh

        a spade     te of ten dollars an acre and the use of

        ttle broad-faced son

        worked owing how

        poor a bargain tter ried to h my

        experieelling     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

        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    e 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 ing to America, t

        tea, and coffee, a every day.    But true America is

        t try y to pursue such a mode of life

        as may enable you to do    tate does not

        endeavor to pel 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

        sequenens beginning to redeem t

        o study ory to find out    for ure.

        But alas! ture of an Iriserprise to be

        uaken    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 w

        if tal enougo begin such, or

        aritiougo carry it t was sailing by dead

        reing to t clearly o make t

        so; till take life bravely, after their

        faso face, giving it toot o

        split its massive ns ering    it

        iail; -- to deal    roughly, as one should handle

        a tle.    But t at an e --

        living, Jo aritid failing so.

        "Do you ever fis; I asked.    "Och a mess now and

        tc;s your bait?"

        "I catc t;

        "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 plete my survey of t there, alas! are

        s

        irrecoverable.    Meaned,

        er illed, and after sultation and long delay

        passed out to ty one -- not yet suffered to cool, not yet

        to settle.    Sus 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 ed.

        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 boro 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 ner fields

        than may here be played.    Grow wild

        acc to ture, like these sedges and brakes, which will

        never bee Englis t if it

        ten ruin to farmers crops?    t is not its errand to thee.

        take ser uo carts and sheds.

        Let not to get a livirade, but t.    Enjoy the

        land, but o not.    t of enterprise and faith men are

        wheir lives like

        serfs.

        O Baker Farm!

        "Landscape

        Is a little suns." ...

        "No one runs to revel

        On t; ...

        "Debate    thou,

        itions art never perplexed,

        As tame at t sight as now,

        In t gabardine dressed." ...

        "e ye who love,

        And ye we,

        Che holy Dove,

        And Guy Faux of tate,

        And hang spiracies

        From tougers of trees!"

        Men e tamely    nig field or

        street, heir life pines

        because it breats oheir shadows,

        m and evening, reaceps.    e

        sures, and perils, and

        discoveries every day, er.

        Before I    out

        Joered mind, letting go "bogging" ere t.

        But urbed only a couple of fins while I was

        catg, and    was    when we

        t luck cs too.    Poor John Field!

        -- I trust    read t --

        to live by some derivative old-try 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.
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