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Ididnotreadbooksthefirstsummer;
Ihoedbeans.Nay,I
oftendidbetterthanthis.ThereweretimeswhenIcouldnot
affordtosacrificethebloomofthepresentmomenttoanywork,
whetheroftheheadorhands.Iloveabroadmargintomylife.
Sometimes,inasummermorning,havingtakenmyaccustomedbath,I
satinmysunnydoorwayfromsunrisetillnoon,raptinarevery,
amidstthepinesandhickoriesandsumachs,inundisturbedsolitude
andstillness,whilethebirdssingaroundorflittednoiseless
throughthehouse,untilbythesunfallinginatmywestwindow,or
thenoiseofsometraveller'
swagononthedistanthighway,Iwas
remindedofthelapseoftime.Igrewinthoseseasonslikecornin
thenight,andtheywerefarbetterthananyworkofthehandswould
havebeen.Theywerenottimesubtractedfrommylife,butsomuch
overandabovemyusualallowance.IrealizedwhattheOrientals
meanbycontemplationandtheforsakingofworks.Forthemost
part,Imindednothowthehourswent.Thedayadvancedasifto
lightsomeworkofmine;
itwasmorning,andlo,nowitisevening,
andnothingmemorableisaccomplished.Insteadofsinginglikethe
birds,Isilentlysmiledatmyincessantgoodfortune.Asthe
sparrowhaditstrill,sittingonthehickorybeforemydoor,sohad
Imychuckleorsuppressedwarblewhichhemighthearoutofmy
nest.Mydayswerenotdaysoftheweek,bearingthestampofany
heathendeity,norweretheymincedintohoursandfrettedbythe
tickingofaclock;
forIlivedlikethePuriIndians,ofwhomitis
saidthat"
foryesterday,today,andtomorrowtheyhaveonlyone
word,andtheyexpressthevarietyofmeaningbypointingbackward
foryesterdayforwardfortomorrow,andoverheadforthepassing
day."
Thiswassheeridlenesstomyfellow-townsmen,nodoubt;
but
ifthebirdsandflowershadtriedmebytheirstandard,Ishould
nothavebeenfoundwanting.Amanmustfindhisoccasionsin
himself,itistrue.Thenaturaldayisverycalm,andwillhardly
reprovehisindolence.
Ihadthisadvantage,atleast,inmymodeoflife,overthose
whowereobligedtolookabroadforamusement,tosocietyandthe
theatre,thatmylifeitselfwasbecomemyamusementandnever
ceasedtobenovel.Itwasadramaofmanyscenesandwithoutan
end.Ifwewerealways,indeed,gettingourliving,andregulating
ourlivesaccordingtothelastandbestmodewehadlearned,we
shouldneverbetroubledwithennui.Followyourgeniusclosely
enough,anditwillnotfailtoshowyouafreshprospectevery
hour.Houseworkwasapleasantpastime.Whenmyfloorwasdirty,I
roseearly,and,settingallmyfurnitureoutofdoorsonthegrass,
bedandbedsteadmakingbutonebudget,dashedwateronthefloor,
andsprinkledwhitesandfromthepondonit,andthenwithabroom
scrubbeditcleanandwhite;
andbythetimethevillagershad
brokentheirfastthemorningsunhaddriedmyhousesufficientlyto
allowmetomoveinagain,andmymeditationswerealmost
uninterupted.Itwaspleasanttoseemywholehouseholdeffectsout
onthegrass,makingalittlepilelikeagypsy'
spack,andmy
three-leggedtable,fromwhichIdidnotremovethebooksandpen
andink,standingamidthepinesandhickories.Theyseemedgladto
getoutthemselves,andasifunwillingtobebroughtin.Iwas
sometimestemptedtostretchanawningoverthemandtakemyseat
there.Itwasworththewhiletoseethesunshineonthesethings,
andhearthefreewindblowonthem;
somuchmoreinterestingmost
familiarobjectslookoutofdoorsthaninthehouse.Abirdsits
onthenextbough,life-everlastinggrowsunderthetable,and
blackberryvinesrunrounditslegs;
pinecones,chestnutburs,and
strawberryleavesarestrewnabout.Itlookedasifthiswasthe
waytheseformscametobetransferredtoourfurniture,totables,
chairs,andbedsteads--becausetheyoncestoodintheirmidst.
Myhousewasonthesideofahill,immediatelyontheedgeof
thelargerwood,inthemidstofayoungforestofpitchpinesand
hickories,andhalfadozenrodsfromthepond,towhichanarrow
footpathleddownthehill.Inmyfrontyardgrewthestrawberry,
blackberry,andlife-everlasting,johnswortandgoldenrod,shrub
oaksandsandcherry,blueberryandgroundnut.NeartheendofMay,
thesandcherry(Cerasuspumila)adornedthesidesofthepathwith
itsdelicateflowersarrangedinumbelscylindricallyaboutits
shortstems,whichlast,inthefall,weigheddownwithgoodsized
andhandsomecherries,felloverinwreathslikeraysoneveryside.
ItastedthemoutofcomplimenttoNature,thoughtheywerescarcely
palatable.Thesumach(Rhusglabra)grewluxuriantlyaboutthe
house,pushingupthroughtheembankmentwhichIhadmade,and
growingfiveorsixfeetthefirstseason.Itsbroadpinnate
tropicalleafwaspleasantthoughstrangetolookon.Thelarge
buds,suddenlypushingoutlateinthespringfromdrystickswhich
hadseemedtobedead,developedthemselvesasbymagicinto
gracefulgreenandtenderboughs,aninchindiameter;
and
sometimes,asIsatatmywindow,soheedlesslydidtheygrowand
taxtheirweakjoints,Iheardafreshandtenderboughsuddenly
falllikeafantotheground,whentherewasnotabreathofair
stirring,brokenoffbyitsownweight.InAugust,thelargemasses
ofberries,which,wheninflower,hadattractedmanywildbees,
graduallyassumedtheirbrightvelvetycrimsonhue,andbytheir
weightagainbentdownandbrokethetenderlimbs.
AsIsitatmywindowthissummerafternoon,hawksarecircling
aboutmyclearing;
thetantivyofwildpigeons,flyingbytwoand
threesathwartmyview,orperchingrestlessonthewhitepine
boughsbehindmyhouse,givesavoicetotheair;
afishhawk
dimplestheglassysurfaceofthepondandbringsupafish;
amink
stealsoutofthemarshbeforemydoorandseizesafrogbythe
shore;
thesedgeisbendingundertheweightofthereed-birds
flittinghitherandthither;
andforthelasthalf-hourIhaveheard
therattleofrailroadcars,nowdyingawayandthenrevivinglike
thebeatofapartridge,conveyingtravellersfromBostontothe
country.ForIdidnotlivesooutoftheworldasthatboywho,as
Ihear,wasputouttoafarmerintheeastpartofthetown,but
erelongranawayandcamehomeagain,quitedownattheheeland
homesick.Hehadneverseensuchadullandout-of-the-wayplace;
thefolkswereallgoneoff;
why,youcouldn'
tevenhearthe
whistle!
IdoubtifthereissuchaplaceinMassachusettsnow:
--
"
Intruth,ourvillagehasbecomeabutt
Foroneofthosefleetrailroadshafts,ando'
er
Ourpeacefulplainitssoothingsoundis--Concord."
TheFitchburgRailroadtouchesthepondaboutahundredrods
southofwhereIdwell.Iusuallygotothevillagealongits
causeway,andam,asitwere,relatedtosocietybythislink.The
menonthefreighttrains,whogooverthewholelengthoftheroad,
bowtomeastoanoldacquaintance,theypassmesooften,and
apparentlytheytakemeforanemployee;
andsoIam.Itoowould
fainbeatrack-repairersomewhereintheorbitoftheearth.
Thewhistleofthelocomotivepenetratesmywoodssummerand
winter,soundinglikethescreamofahawksailingoversome
farmer'
syard,informingmethatmanyrestlesscitymerchantsare
arrivingwithinthecircleofthetown,oradventurouscountry
tradersfromtheotherside.Astheycomeunderonehorizon,they
shouttheirwarningtogetoffthetracktotheother,heard
sometimesthroughthecirclesoftwotowns.Herecomeyour
groceries,country;
yourrations,countrymen!
Noristhereanyman
soindependentonhisfarmthathecansaythemnay.Andhere'
s
yourpayforthem!
screamsthecountryman'
swhistle;
timberlike
longbattering-ramsgoingtwentymilesanhouragainstthecity'
walls,andchairsenoughtoseatallthewearyandheavy-ladenthat
dwellwithinthem.Withsuchhugeandlumberingcivilitythe
countryhandsachairtothecity.AlltheIndianhuckleberryhills
arestripped,allthecranberrymeadowsarerakedintothecity.Up
comesthecotton,downgoesthewovencloth;
upcomesthesilk,down
goesthewoollen;
upcomethebooks,butdowngoesthewitthat
writesthem.
WhenImeettheenginewithitstrainofcarsmovingoffwith
planetarymotion--or,rather,likeacomet,forthebeholderknows
notifwiththatvelocityandwiththatdirectionitwillever
revisitthissystem,sinceitsorbitdoesnotlooklikeareturning
curve--withitssteamcloudlikeabannerstreamingbehindin
goldenandsilverwreaths,likemanyadownycloudwhichIhave
seen,highintheheavens,unfoldingitsmassestothelight--as
ifthistravelingdemigod,thiscloud-compeller,woulderelongtake
thesunsetskyfortheliveryofhistrain;
whenIheartheiron
horsemakethehillsechow