I orms, and spent some cheerful

        er evenings by my fireside, whe snow whirled wildly

        , and even ting of the owl was hushed.    For many weeks

        I met no one in my    to cut wood

        and sled it to ts, ted me in

        making a pat snohe woods, for when I had

        once goo my tracks, where

        ted the snow,

        and so not only made a my bed for my feet, but in t their

        dark line o jure

        up ts of the memory of many

        of my toands resounded h

        tants, and t

        cted tle gardens and

        d    in by t than

        nohe pines would

        scrape bot once, and women and children who

        o go to Lin alone and on foot did it

        en ran a good part of tahough mainly

        but a e to neighe woodmans

        team, it once amused traveller more ts variety, and

        lingered longer ich

        from to t through a maple s on

        a foundation of logs, ts of ill

        underlie t dusty ratton, nohe

        Alms-o Bristers hill.

        East of my bean-field, across to Ingraham,

        slave of Dun Ingraleman, of cord village,

        w o live in

        alden oods; -- Cato, not Utisis, but cordiensis.    Some say

        t tle

        patcs, ill he should be old

        a a younger and ot t last.

        oo,    present.

        Catos erated cellar-ill remains, to

        feraveller by a fringe of pines.    It is

        nohe

        earliest species of goldenrod (Solidago stricta) grohere

        luxuriantly.

        ill o town,

        Zilptle house, where she spun linen

        for toh her shrill

        singing, for sable voice.    At lengthe

        war of 1812,    on fire by English soldiers,

        prisoners on parole, w and dog and hens

        oget

        iner of t as he

        passed tering to herself over her

        gurgling pot -- "Ye are all bones, bones!"    I have seen bricks amid

        there.

        Do ers hill, lived

        Brister Freeman, "a ; slave of Squire Cummings once --

        till trees ed and

        tended; large old trees no t still wild and ciderish

        to my taste.    Not long since I read aphe old Lin

        burying-ground, a little on one side, he unmarked graves of

        some Britisreat from cord --

        ;Sippio Brister" -- Scipio Afrius he had some

        title to be called -- "a man of color," as if he were discolored.

        It also told me, aring emp

        an i

        Fenda, able unes, yet pleasantly --

        large, round, and black, blacker t,

        such a dusky orb as never rose on cord before or since.

        Fart, on the

        ratton family; whose

        orcers    was long

        since killed out by pitg a feumps, whose old

        roots furnisill toany a ty village tree.

        Nearer yet to too Breeds location, on ther

        side of t on the

        pranks of a demon not distinctly named in old mythology, who has

        acted a promi and astounding part in our New England life, and

        deserves, as mucer, to have his

        biograpten one day; he guise of a friend

        or he whole family --

        Ne ory must not yet tell tragedies

        eime intervene in some measure to assuage and lend

        an azure tint to t indistind dubious

        tradition says t oavern stood; the same, which

        tempered travellers beverage and refreseed.    here

        ted one anotold t

        their ways again.

        Breeds    anding only a dozen years ago, t had

        long been unoccupied.    It    t    on

        fire by mis nig mistake.

        I lived on t lost myself

        over Davenants "Go," t er t I labored h a

        letard as a

        family plaint, o sleep shaving himself,

        and is obliged to sprout potatoes in a cellar Sundays, in order to

        keep atempt

        to read    of Englisry    skipping.    It

        fairly overcame my Nervii.    I    sunk my he

        bells rung fire, and i way, led

        by a straggling troop of men and boys, and I among t, for

        I    it he woods

        -- we wo fires before -- barn, shop, or dwelling-house,

        or all toget;Its Bakers barn," cried one.    "It is the an

        place," affirmed anot up above the

        ed "cord to the

        rescue!"    agons s past h furious speed and crushing loads,

        bearing, perc, t of the Insurance

        pany, wo go he

        engiinkled be of all,

        as it erhe fire and gave

        t on like true idealists, rejeg the

        evidence of our senses, until at a turn in the

        crag and actually felt t of the wall,

        and realized, alas! t he

        fire but cooled our ardor.    At first    to throw a frog-pond

        on to it; but cluded to let it burn, it was sone and so

        ood round ine, jostled one another,

        expressed our ses trumpets, or in loone

        referred to t flagrations wnessed,

        including Bass s t,

        ;tub," and a full frog-pond by, we

        could turn t tened last and universal oo another

        flood.    e finally retreated    doing any mised

        to sleep and "Go."    But as for "Go," I

        t passage in t    being the souls powder --

        "but most of mankind are strao , as Indians are to

        po;

        It c I    he

        follo

        t, I drehe only survivor

        of t I knos virtues and its

        vices, ed in this burning, lying on his

        stomac till smouldering

        ders beering to .    he had been

        he

        first moments t o visit the home of his

        fato the cellar from all sides and

        points of vieurns, alo it, as if there was

        some treasure, ones,

        a heap of bricks and ashes.

        t .    he was

        soothy which my mere presence, implied, and showed

        me, as ted, whe well was covered

        up; whank heaven, could never be burned; and he groped long

        about to find t and

        mounted, feeling for taple by which a burden had

        been fasteo t o --

        to vince me t it ;rider."    I felt it, and still

        remark it almost daily in my    ory of a

        family.

        Once more, on t, whe well and lilac bushes

        by tting and Le Grosse.

        But to return toward Lin.

        Farthe road

        approac to tter squatted, and

        furniso desdants to

        succeed he

        land by sufferance he sheriff

        came in vain to collect taxes, and "attac; for forms

        sake, as I s, t

        he could lay his hands on.    One day in midsummer, when I was hoeing,

        a man o market stopped his horse

        against my field and inquired ing yman the younger.    he had

        long ago bougters wo know w had

        bee of ters clay and wheel in

        Scripture, but it o me t ts we use were

        not suchose days, rown on

        trees like gourds somewo    so

        fictile an art iced in my neighborhood.

        t inant of these woods before me was an Irishman,

        h coil enough), who occupied

        ymans te -- Col. Quoil,    he

        aterloo.    If he had lived I should have made

        tles ain.    rade    of a

        ditc to St. o alden oods.

        All I know ic.    he was a man of manners, like one who

        han you

        could tend to.    coat in midsummer, being

        affected rembling delirium, and he color of

        carmine.     t of Bristers ly

        after I came to t I    remembered him as a

        neighbor.    Before his house ulled down, when his rades

        avoided it as "an unlucky castle," I visited it.    there lay his old

        clothey were himself, upon his raised

        plank bed.    ead of a bowl

        broken at tain.    t could never he symbol

        of o me t, though he had heard of

        Bristers Spring, ; and soiled cards, kings of

        diamonds, spades, and s, tered over the floor.    One

        black crator could not catch, black as

        nig, not even croaking, aing Reynard, still

        to roost in t apartment.    In the dim

        outline of a garden,    had never received

        its first o terrible ss, t

        ime.    It h Roman wormwood and

        beggar-ticks, uy clot.    the

        skin of a che

        rop aterloo; but no tens

        would    more.

        No in te of these dwellings,

        ones, and strawberries, raspberries,

        the sunny

        sc he

        c-sted black birch, perhaps, waves where

        tone imes t is visible, where once

        a spring oozed; noearless grass; or it was covered deep

        -- not to be discovered till some late day --    stone

        u of ted.     a sorrowful

        act must t be -- t he

        opening of ears.    ts, like deserted fox

        burro wir

        and bustle of ;fate, free will, foreknowledge

        absolute," in some form and dialect or oturns

        discussed.    But all I    learn of ts to just

        t "Cato and Brister pulled ;; w as

        edifying as tory of more famous schools of philosophy.

        Still groion after the door and

        lintel and ts s-sted flowers

        eaco be plucked by traveller; planted and

        tended once by c-yard plots -- noanding

        by ired pastures, and giving place to new-rising

        forests; -- t of t stirp, sole survivor of t family.

        Little did t ts two

        eyes only, he house

        and daily ered,    itself so, and outlive them, and house

        itself in t s, and grown mans garden and

        orcell tory faintly to the lone wanderer a

        ury after they had grown up and died -- blossoming as fair,

        and smelling as s, as in t first spring.    I mark its still

        tender, civil, cheerful lilac colors.

        But t fail

        ural advantages --

        no er privileges, forsoothe deep alden Pond and cool

        Bristers Spring -- privilege to drink long and s at

        t to dilute they

        y race.    Mig t,

        stable-broom, mat-making, -parctery

        business o blossom like

        terity ed their

        faterile soil    least    a

        lole does these

        ants eny of the landscape!    Again,

        perure ry,    settler, and my house

        raised last spring to be t in t.

        I am not a any man    on t which I

        occupy.    Deliver me from a city built on te of a more a

        city, he soil

        is blanc bees necessary

        tself royed.    ith such reminisces I

        repeopled the woods and lulled myself asleep.

        At tor.    he snow lay

        deepest no ured near my night

        at a time, but ttle

        and poultry wo ime buried

        in drifts, even    food; or like t early settlers family in

        toton, in tate, ely

        covered by t snow of 1717 w, and an Indian

        found it only by the

        drift, and so relieved t no friendly Indian ed

        me; nor needed er of t

        Snoo he

        farmers could not get to teams, and

        o cut dorees before their houses, and,

        rees in te

        from t appeared t spring.

        In t snoo

        my     ed by a

        meandering dotted line, ervals bets.    For a

        ook exactly teps, and of

        tepping deliberately and h

        tracks -- to such

        routier reduces us -- yet often th

        no erfered fatally h my walks,

        or ratly tramped eigen

        miles t snoo keep an appoi h a beech

        tree, or a yellohe pines;

        wo droop, and so

        sops, o fir trees; wading

        to tops of t

        deep on a level, and sorm on my

        every step; or sometimes creeping and floundering ther on my

        ers o er quarters.

        Oernoon I amused myself by crix

        nebulosa) sitting on one of te pine,

        close to trunk, in broad dayliganding hin a rod of

        h my

        feet, but could not plainly see me.     noise he would

        stretc    hers, and open his eyes

        to nod.    I too

        felt a slumberous influeer g him half an hour, as he

        sat t, he

        cat.    t left betheir lids, by which

        be preserved a pennisular relation to me; t eyes,

        looking out from to realize me,

        vague objeote t interrupted    length, on

        some louder noise or my nearer approach, he would grow uneasy and

        sluggisurn about o at having his

        dreams disturbed; and when he launched himself off and flapped

        to ued breadth, I

        could    sound from the

        pine bouge sense of than by

        sigive

        pinions,    in peace a the

        dawning of his day.

        As I hrough

        tered many a blustering and nipping wind, for

        noen me on one

        ed to it t

        mucter by ters o

        toill, like a friendly Indian, s of the broad

        open fields he alden road,

        and o obliterate tracks of t

        traveller.    And s would have formed,

        t wind had been

        depositing t

        a rabbits traor even t, type, of a

        meadoo be seen.    Yet I rarely failed to find, even in

        mider, some warm and springly s whe

        skunk-cabbage still put forth perennial verdure, and some

        ed turn of spring.

        Sometimes, notanding turned from my

        evening I crossed tracks of a woodchopper leading

        from my door, and found tlings on th, and my

        ernoon,

        if I co be at he snow made

        by tep of a long-he woods

        sougo ;crack"; one of the few of his

        vocation ;; wead of

        a professoo extract t of

        cate as to haul a load of manure from his barn-yard.    e

        talked of rude and simple times,    large fires in

        cold, brag

        failed, ried our teet which wise squirrels have

        long since abandoned, for t shells are

        oy.

        t to my lodge, t

        sno dismal tempests, .    A farmer, a er, a

        soldier, a reporter, even a ped; but nothing

        deter a poet, for uated by pure love.

        at all hours,

        even    small h

        boisterous mirtalk,

        making amends to alden vale for the long silences.    Broadway

        ill aed in parison.    At suitable intervals there

        es of laug have been referred

        indifferently to t-uttered or t.    e made

        many a "brahin dish of gruel, which

        biages of viviality he clear-headedness

        which philosophy requires.

        I s fet t during my last er at there

        or, ime came the

        village, till he saw my lamp

        trees, and ser evenings.

        One of t of ticut gave o the

        world --    erwards, as he declares, his

        brains.    till, prompting God and disgrag man,

        bearing for fruit    its kernel.    I think

        t    be t faith of any alive.    his words

        and attitude alter state of ther men

        are acquainted    man to be disappointed

        as ture in t.    But though

        paratively disregarded now, wed

        by most ake effect, and masters of families and rulers will

        e to him for advice.

        " ot see serenity!"

        A true friend of man; almost the only friend of human progress.    An

        Old Mortality, say ratality, ience

        and faithe God

        of s.    ith his

        able intellect he embraces children, beggars, insane, and

        scertains t of all, adding to it only

        some breadt he should keep a

        caravansary on the worlds highway, where philosophers of all

        nations mig up, and on ed,

        "Eai for man, but not for .    Enter ye t have

        leisure and a quiet mind,    road."    he is

        per man and    crotcs of any I ce

        to knoerday and tomorrow.    Of yore we ered

        and talked, and effectually put the world behind us; for he was

        pledged to no institution in it, freeborn, ingenuus.    hichever way

        urned, it seemed t t

        togety of the landscape.    A

        blue-robed man,    roof is the overarg sky which

        reflects y.    I do not see ure

        ot spare him.

        and

        rying our knives, and admiring the clear yellowish

        grain of tly and reverently, or we

        pulled toget t

        scared from tream, nor feared any angler on t came

        and    grandly, like t tern

        sky, and times form and

        dissolve thology, rounding a

        fable les in the air for which

        eartion.    Great Lreat Expecter!

        to verse s Eai.    Ah!

        sud ptler I

        expanded and racked my little

        dare to say    there was

        above tmosp opes

        seams so t to be calked er to

        stop t leak; -- but I    kind of oakum

        already picked.

        t;solid seasons," long to be

        remembered, at he village, and who looked in upon me

        from time to time; but I y there.

        too, as everyed tor who

        never es.    t;to remain

        at eventide in yard as long as it takes to milk a cow, or

        longer if o a t."    I often

        performed ty of ality, ed long enougo milk a

        see the

        town.
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