But    seled

        classid read only particular ten languages, which are

        t dialects and provincial, we are in danger of

        fetting ts speak

        metapandard.    Much is published,

        but little printed.    tream tter will

        be no longer remembered wter is wholly removed.    No

        mety of being forever

        on t.     is a course of ory or pry,

        no matter ed, or t society, or t

        admirable routine of life, pared he discipline of looking

        al o be seen?    ill you be a reader, a student

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

        on into futurity.

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

        often did better times w

        afford to sacrifice t moment to any work,

        wo my life.

        Sometimes, in a summer m, aken my aced bath, I

        sat in my sunny doorill noon, rapt in a revery,

        amidst turbed solitude

        and stillness, wted noiseless

        til by t my    window, or

        travellers ant highway, I was

        reminded of time.    I grehose seasons like    in

        t, and tter the hands would

        time subtracted from my life, but so much

        over and above my usual alloals

        mean by plation and t

        part, I minded not .    to

        lig    is evening,

        and notead of singing like the

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

        sparrorill, sitting on the hickory before my door, so had

        I my y

        .    My days    days of tamp of any

        y, nor o ted by the

        tig of a clock; for I lived like t is

        said t "for yesterday, today, and tomorrohey have only one

        y of meaning by pointing backward

        for yesterday foromorrow, and overhe passing

        day."    to my felloo; but

        if tried me by tandard, I should

        not ing.    A man must find his occasions in

        is true.    tural day is very calm, and will hardly

        reprove his indolence.

        I age, at least, in my mode of life, over those

        , to society and the

        tre, t my life itself    and never

        ceased to be novel.    It    an

        end.    If ting our living, and regulating

        our lives acc to t a mode we had learned, we

        sroubled h ennui.    Follow yenius closely

        enoug    fail to s every

        pastime.    y, I

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

        bed aead making but one budget, daser on the floor,

        and sprinkled , and th a broom

        scrubbed it    and ime the villagers had

        broken t tly to

        alloo move in again, and my meditations

        ued.    It    to see my

        on ttle pile like a gypsys pack, and my

        table, from he books and pen

        and ink, standing amid to

        get out to be brought in.    I was

        sometimes tempted to stretcake my seat

        t o see things,

        aing most

        familiar objects look out of doors ts

        on t bouging groable, and

        blackberry vines run round its legs; pine es, ut burs, and

        strare.    It looked as if the

        o be transferred to our furniture, to tables,

        ceads -- because tood in t.

        My ely on the edge of

        t of a young forest of pitch pines and

        o which a narrow

        footpat yard grerawberry,

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

        oaks and sand ear the end of May,

        th

        its delicate flo its

        s stems, h goodsized

        and hs like rays on every side.

        I tasted t of pliment to Nature, they were scarcely

        palatable.    tly about the

        which I had made, and

        gro t season.    Its broad pinnate

        tropical leaf    trao look on.    the large

        buds, suddenly pus late in ticks which

        o be dead, developed to

        graceful green and tender bouger; and

        sometimes, as I sat at my window, so hey grow and

        tax ts, I ender bough suddenly

        fall like a fan to t a breath of air

        stirring, broken off by its ohe large masses

        of berries, ed many wild bees,

        gradually assumed t velvety crimson heir

        ender limbs.

        As I sit at my ernoon, hawks are cirg

        about my clearing; tantivy of wo and

        t my viee pine

        bougo the air; a fish hawk

        dimples the pond and brings up a fish; a mink

        steals out of the

        s of the reed-birds

        flitting    half-hour I have heard

        ttle of railroad cars, nohen reviving like

        t of a partridge, veying travellers from Boston to the

        try.    For I did not live so out of t boy who, as

        I    out to a farmer in t part of to

        ere long ran a the heel and

        -of-the-lace;

        t even he

        if tts now:--

        "In trutt

        For one of t railroad ss, and oer

        Our peaceful plain its soot;

        tcouc a hundred rods

        souto ts

        cause ed to society by the

        men on t trains, whe road,

        boo me as to an old acquaintaen, and

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

        fairack-repairer someh.

        tle of tive pees my woods summer and

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

        farmers yard, inf me t maless city mercs are

        arriving ourous try

        traders from they

        s to get off track to ther, heard

        sometimes towns.    here e your

        groceries, try; your rations, trymen!    Nor is there any man

        so indepe on    hem nay.    And heres

        your pay for trymans imber like

        long battering-rams going ty miles an    tys

        all t

        dy the

        try o ty.    All the Indian huckleberry hills

        are stripped, all to ty.    Up

        es tton, dohe silk, down

        goes t do t

        es them.

        ts train of cars moving off h

        plaary motion -- or, rat, for the beholder knows

        not if    velocity and    dire it will ever

        revisit tem, sis orbit does not look like a returning

        curve -- s steam cloud like a bareaming behind in

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

        seen, s masses to t -- as

        if traveling demigod, take

        t sky for train; whe iron

        like the

        eart, and breatrils

        (o the

        ne kno seems as if t a race

        noo in it.    If all    seems, and men made the

        elements ts for noble ends!    If t hangs

        over tion of heroic deeds, or as

        benefit as t he

        elements and Nature heir

        errands a.

        I che same feeling

        t I do the sun, which is hardly mular.

        train of clouds stretg far behind and rising higher and

        o o Boston, ceals

        te and casts my distant field into the shade, a

        celestial train beside rain of cars whe

        eart tabler of the iron horse

        er m by t of tars amid the

        mountains, to fodder and eed.    Fire, too, was awakened

        to put tal    in    he

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

        trap on    plow, plow a furrow

        from tains to the cars, like a

        folloless men and floating

        mercry for seed.    All day teed flies

        over try, stopping only t er may rest, and I am

        a snort at midnight, when in some

        remote glen in ts ts incased in id

        snoar, to

        start once more on ravels    rest or slumber.    Or

        perc evening, I able blohe

        superfluous energy of t he may calm his nerves and cool

        he

        enterprise racted and

        unwearied!

        Far ted owns, where

        only ter peed by day, in t nig

        t saloons    tants;

        t stopping at some brilliant station-own or

        city, he Dismal

        Sartings and arrivals of the

        cars are noh

        sud precision, and tle    be heard so

        far, t t thus one

        ed institutiulates a wry.     men

        improved someuality sied?

        Do t talk and ter in t the

        stage-office?    trifying in tmosphere of

        tonis t has

        wroug some of my neighbors, who, I should have prophesied,

        once for all,    to Boston by so prompt a veyance,

        are on o do t;railroad fas; is

        no is o be en and

        so sincerely by any poo get off its track.    there is no

        stopping to read t a over the mob,

        in tructed a fate, an Atropos, t never

        turns aside.    (Let t be the name of yine.)    Men are

        advertised t at a certais will be

        s toicular points of t it interferes h

        no mans business, and to scrack.

        e live teadier for it.    e are all educated to be sons of

        tell.    ts.    Every pat your own

        is te.    Keep on your orack, then.

        reends ere is its enterprise and bravery.

        It does not clasp its o Jupiter.    I see these men

        every day go about th more or less ce and

        tent, doing more even t, aer

        employed they could have sciously devised.    I am less

        affected by tood up for

        li Buena Vista, teady and che

        men er quarters; w

        merely te

        t , but o rest so

        early, he sinews of

        teed are frozen.    On t Snow,

        percill raging and chilling mens blood, I bear

        tone of t their

        c t

        long delay, notanding to of a Ne

        snoorm, and I beh snow and rime,

        turning down

        ots of field mice, like bohe

        Sierra Nevada, t occupy an outside pla the universe.

        erce is uedly fident and serene, alert,

        adventurous, and un is very natural in its methods

        astiterprises aimental

        experiments, and s singular success.    I am refreshed and

        expanded rain rattles past me, and I smell the

        stores whe way from Long harf

        to Lake Cs, of coral reefs,

        and Indian os, and tropical climes, a of the globe.

        I feel more like a citizen of t t of the

        palm-leaf w

        summer, t he old junk, gunny

        bags, scrap iron, and rusty nails.    torn sails is

        more legible and iing no into

        paper and printed books.    e so grapory

        of torms ts hey

        are proof-ss wion.    here goes lumber from

        t go out to sea in t fres,

        risen four dollars on t did go out or was

        split up; pine, spruce, cedar -- first, sed, th

        qualities, so lately all of one quality, to he bear, and

        moose, and caribou.     rolls ton lime, a prime lot, which

        far among t gets slacked.    these rags in

        bales, of all ies, t dition to which

        cotton and linen desd, t of dress -- of patterns

        w be in Milwaukee, as

        ticles, Engliss,

        gingc., gaters both of fashion

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

        only, on ales of real life, high

        and lo!    t fish,

        trong Ne, reminding me of the

        Grand Banks and t seen a salt fish,

        t not, and

        putting, ts to th which you

        may sreets, and split your kindlings, and the

        teamster ser    sun, wind, and rain

        be -- and trader, as a cord trader once did,

        up by il at last

        er ot tell surely w be animal,

        vegetable, or mineral, a shall be as pure as a snowflake,

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

        dun-fisurdays dinner.     Spanishe

        tails still preserving t and tion they

        he pampas of

        type of all obstinacy, and eving

        itutional vices.    I fess,

        t practically speaking, when I have learned a mans real

        disposition, I    for tter or worse

        in tate of existence.    As tals say, "A curs tail may

        be ures, and after a

        to, still it ain its

        natural form."    tual cure for suceracies as

        tails ex is to make glue of t

        is usually done ay put and stick.

        ed to Joh,

        Cuttingsville, Vermont, some trader among tains, who

        imports for tands

        over    arrivals on t, how

        t telling omers this

        moment, as old ty times before t

        s some by t train of prime quality.    It is

        advertised in ttingsville times.

        he

        ine, hewn

        on far norts he Green

        Mountains and ticut, s like an arrohe

        toes, and scarot;

        going

        "to be t

        Of some great ammiral."

        And tle-train bearing ttle of a

        ts, stables, and cohe air,

        drovers icks, and s of their

        flocks, all but tain pastures, whirled along like leaves

        bloains by tember gales.    the air is filled

        ing of calves and sling of oxen, as

        if a pastoral valley he

        tles ains do indeed skip like rams and

        ttle oo, in the

        midst, on a level ion gone, but

        still ging to ticks as their badge of office.

        But t is a stampede to they are

        quite t; t t.    Methem

        barking beerboro ing up tern slope

        of tains.    t be in at their

        vocation, too, is goy and sagacity are below par

        noo their kennels in disgrace, or

        percrike a league he fox.

        So is your pastoral life    the bell rings,

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

        s to me?

        I never go to see

        ends.

        It fills a few hollows,

        And makes banks for the swallows,

        It sets the sand a-blowing,

        And the blackberries a-growing,

        but I cross it like a cart-pat have my

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

        No tless h

        their rumbling, I am

        more alo of ternoon, perhaps,

        my meditations are interrupted only by t rattle of a

        carriage or team along tant highway.

        Sometimes, on Sundays, I on,

        Bedford, or cord bell, w,

        s, and, as it ural melody, ing into the

        a suffit distance over this sound

        acquires a certain vibratory he

        rings of a    s.    All sound heard

        at test possible distance produces one and t,

        a vibration of t as tervening

        atmospant ridge of earteresting to our eyes by

        tint it imparts to it.    to me in this case a

        melody wrained, and wh

        every leaf and needle of t portion of the sound which

        ts aken up and modulated and eco

        vale.    to some extent, an inal sound, and therein

        is t.    It is not merely a repetition of w

        ing in t partly the wood;

        trivial es sung by a wood-nymph.

        At evening, tant lohe horizon beyond

        t and melodious, and at first I ake

        it for tain minstrels by wimes

        serenaded, raying over    soon I was

        not unpleasantly disappointed o the cheap

        and natural music of t mean to be satirical, but to

        express my appreciation of tate t

        I perceived clearly t it o the cow, and

        t lengticulation of Nature.

        Regularly at    seven, in one part of ter

        traiheir

        vespers for ting on a stump by my door, or upon the

        ridge-pole of to sing almost h as

        muces of a particular time,

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

        opportunity to bee acquainted s.    Sometimes I

        on different parts of the wood, by

        act one a bar be I

        distinguis only ter eace, but often t

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

        proportionally louder.    Sometimes one would circle round and round

        me in t distant as if tetring, when

        probably I s eggs.    t intervals t the

        nig before and about dawn.

        ill, take up train,

        like m    u-lu-lu.    their dismal scream is

        truly Ben Jonsonian.    ise midnig is no    and blunt

        tu-u-,    jesting, a most solemn

        graveyard ditty, tual solations of suicide lovers

        remembering ts of supernal love in the

        infernal groves.    Yet I love to heir doleful

        resporilled along times of

        musid singing birds; as if it earful side of

        music, ts and sig he

        spirits, ts and melancholy forebodings, of fallen souls

        t on -he deeds of

        darkness, noing their wailing hymns or

        transgressions.    they give me a

        ney and capacity of t nature which is our

        on dwelling.    O I never had been bor-r-r-r-n!

        sighe

        restlessness of despair to some new per --

        t I never her

        side remulous siy, and -- bor-r-r-r-n! es faintly

        from far in the Lin woods.

        I    hand you could

        fancy it t melancure, as if s by

        to stereotype and make perma in he dying moans

        of a ality w

        h human sobs, on

        entering tain gurgling

        melodiousness -- I find myself beginning ters gl when I

        try to imitate it -- expressive of a mind whe

        gelatinous, mildeage in tification of all hy and

        ceous t.    It reminded me of gs and insane

        norain made

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

        for t part it suggested only pleasing associations, wher

        , summer or er.

        I rejoice t t tid

        maniacal ing for men.    It is a sound admirably suited to ss

        and tes, suggesting a vast and

        undeveloped nature

        tark ts which all have.    All day

        the

        single spruce stands h usnea lis, and small hawks

        circulate above, and the evergreens, and

        tridge and rabbit skulk be now a more dismal and

        fitting day da race of creatures ao

        express ture there.

        Late in tant rumbling of wagons over

        bridges -- a sound    any ot night --

        times again the lowing of some

        dissolate t barn-yard.    In the

        srump of bullfrogs, turdy spirits of

        a ill uant, trying to

        sing a catcygian lake -- if the alden nymphs will

        pardon t no here

        are frogs the hilarious rules of

        tal tables, their voices have waxed hoarse and

        solemnly grave, mog at mirt its flavor,

        and bee only liquor to distend t

        intoxication never es to dro, but mere

        saturation and erloggedness and distention.    t aldermanic,

        -leaf, wo his

        drooling c of

        ter, and passes round the

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

        es over ter from some distant cove the same password

        repeated, y and girto

        of the

        ses ter of ceremonies, isfa,

        tr-r-r-oonk! and ea repeats to t

        distended, leakiest, and flabbiest paunc there be no

        mistake; and til the sun

        disperses t, and only triarder the

        pond, but vainly belloroonk from time to time, and pausing for

        a reply.

        I am not sure t I ever he sound of cock-crowing from

        my clearing, and I t t it migo keep

        a cockerel for e of

        t is certainly t remarkable of

        any birds, and if turalized    being

        domesticated, it    famous sound in our

        ing of the

        oo fill the pauses

        man added this

        bird to ame stock -- to say noticks.

        to er m in a wood whese birds abounded,

        tive woods, and rees,

        clear and she

        feebler notes of ot!    It    nations

        on t.     be early to rise, and rise earlier and

        earlier every successive day of ill he became unspeakably

        e is celebrated

        by ts of all tries along es of tive

        songsters.    All climates agree icleer.    he is more

        indigenous even tives.    h is ever good, his

        lungs are sound, s never flag.    Even the

        Atlantid Pacific is as shrill sound

        never roused me from my slumbers.    I kept , cow,

        pig, nor    you would here was a deficy of

        domestic sounds; he spinning-wheel, nor even

        ttle, nor the urn, nor children

        g, to fort one.    An old-fas his

        senses or died of ennui before t even rats in the wall, for

        tarved out, or rated in -- only

        squirrels on the

        ridge-pole, a blue jay screamihe window, a hare or

        woodc owl be, a

        flock of wild geese or a laugo

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

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

        nor o cackle in t unfenature

        reaco your very sills.    A young forest growing up under

        your meadows, and wild sumachrough

        into your cellar; sturdy pitc

        t of room, ts reader the

        ead of a scuttle or a blind blohe gale -- a

        piree snapped off or torn up by ts behind your house for

        fuel.    Instead of no pato t-yard gate in t Snow

        -- no gate -- no front-yard -- and no pato the civilized world.
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