Description:This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1902. Excerpt: ... Nature and Culture THE sun set clear one evening, and we were up at dawn the next morning for an excursion to Ox Creek, eleven miles away. It is fine to be on a forest trail at sunrise. It is fine anywhere to be up and off at the first color of dawn. The dewdrops on the tree-tops glitter when the sunbeams reach them; the birds are more animated than at any other time; there is hope and expectancy all abroad, and in ourselves. It is the nearest return to the jubilance of youth that one can make in life. I can hear across sixty years the ringing echoes of the wood-thrush as I rode through the forest to carry the butter to the market-town before sun-up. It is like an echo in a cathedral, only infinitely softer and sweeter. Oh, those days of barefoot freedom! All the world a glorious and charming mystery! It never occurred to me that there were limitations. It would not have surprised me had the thrush fluttered down to my shoulder and whispered some delightful secret in my ear, nor if the trees had bidden me a happy good morning. But Nature has her little hells. They are a necessity to her, as they are to human and divine society. One of these in the midst of Paradise is a tamarack swamp. I had a pair of dry moccasins, each with a shaker sock in it, fastened to my belt, my camera and plateholder strapped to my shoulders, and the tripod in hand, and right into the clear swift stream I went, in ordinary shoes and stockings. Might as well--I never went trouting in boots that I did not get them full of water the first two minutes--and the higher they came the worse they were, because they would hold more. The clear stream came up to my knees. Why not go along the margin? I hardly believe a rabbit could have done it. Get into a tangle of those alders and swamp-wi...We have made it easy for you to find a PDF Ebooks without any digging. And by having access to our ebooks online or by storing it on your computer, you have convenient answers with Musings by Camp-Fire and Wayside. To get started finding Musings by Camp-Fire and Wayside, you are right to find our website which has a comprehensive collection of manuals listed. Our library is the biggest of these that have literally hundreds of thousands of different products represented.
Description: This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1902. Excerpt: ... Nature and Culture THE sun set clear one evening, and we were up at dawn the next morning for an excursion to Ox Creek, eleven miles away. It is fine to be on a forest trail at sunrise. It is fine anywhere to be up and off at the first color of dawn. The dewdrops on the tree-tops glitter when the sunbeams reach them; the birds are more animated than at any other time; there is hope and expectancy all abroad, and in ourselves. It is the nearest return to the jubilance of youth that one can make in life. I can hear across sixty years the ringing echoes of the wood-thrush as I rode through the forest to carry the butter to the market-town before sun-up. It is like an echo in a cathedral, only infinitely softer and sweeter. Oh, those days of barefoot freedom! All the world a glorious and charming mystery! It never occurred to me that there were limitations. It would not have surprised me had the thrush fluttered down to my shoulder and whispered some delightful secret in my ear, nor if the trees had bidden me a happy good morning. But Nature has her little hells. They are a necessity to her, as they are to human and divine society. One of these in the midst of Paradise is a tamarack swamp. I had a pair of dry moccasins, each with a shaker sock in it, fastened to my belt, my camera and plateholder strapped to my shoulders, and the tripod in hand, and right into the clear swift stream I went, in ordinary shoes and stockings. Might as well--I never went trouting in boots that I did not get them full of water the first two minutes--and the higher they came the worse they were, because they would hold more. The clear stream came up to my knees. Why not go along the margin? I hardly believe a rabbit could have done it. Get into a tangle of those alders and swamp-wi...We have made it easy for you to find a PDF Ebooks without any digging. And by having access to our ebooks online or by storing it on your computer, you have convenient answers with Musings by Camp-Fire and Wayside. To get started finding Musings by Camp-Fire and Wayside, you are right to find our website which has a comprehensive collection of manuals listed. Our library is the biggest of these that have literally hundreds of thousands of different products represented.