The Adirondack; Or, Life in the WoodsScribner, 1864 - 421 sidor |
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Adirondack amid BACKWOODS bark beautiful bird Blue Mountain Lake boat bosom bright bushes camp carrying-place caught Charlie Cheney clear dark DEAR H deep deep bay deer distance feeling feet fire fish flash foot forest Forked Lake green half head heard heart heavens hounds huge hunter Indian inlet islands killed Lake Champlain land leaves length light Long Lake looked miles Mitchell moose MOOSE LAKES morning Mount Emmons mountain never night northern diver oars once paddle panther passed pond pushed Raquette Lake Raquette River reached rifle rocks rolled round Saranac Saranac River scene scenery seemed sheet of water shoot shore shot side sight solitude soon sound spot spring started stood stopped storm strange stream stretched struck summit surface Tahawus thought told took tramp trees trout Tupper's turned vast venison wild wilderness wind woods YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY
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Sida 73 - Inaudible by daylight, blend their notes With the loud streams : and often, at the hour When issue forth the first pale stars, is heard, Within the circuit of this fabric huge, One voice, the solitary raven, flying Athwart the concave of the dark blue dome, Unseen, perchance above all power of sight — An iron knell ! with echoes from afar Faint, and still fainter...
Sida 73 - Has not the soul, the being of your life, Received a shock of awful consciousness, In some calm season, when these lofty rocks At night's approach bring down the unclouded sky To rest upon their circumambient walls ; A temple framing of dimensions vast, And yet not too enormous for the sound Of human anthems, — choral song, or burst Sublime of instrumental harmony, To glorify...
Sida 230 - Afar in the desert I love to ride, With the silent Bushboy alone by my side, When the wild turmoil of this wearisome life, With its scenes of oppression, corruption, and strife — The proud man's frown, and the base man's fear...
Sida 230 - The scorner's laugh, and the sufferer's tear, — And malice, and meanness, and falsehood, and folly, Dispose me to musing and dark melancholy ; When my bosom is full, and my thoughts are high, And my soul is sick with the bondman's...
Sida 297 - And here, while the night-winds round me sigh, And the stars burn bright in the midnight sky, As I sit apart by the desert stone, Like Elijah at Horeb's cave alone,
Sida 101 - twas an unimaginable sight ! Clouds, mists, streams, watery rocks and emerald turf, Clouds of all tincture, rocks and sapphire sky Confused, commingled, mutually inflamed, Molten together, and composing thus, Each lost in each, that marvellous array Of temple, palace, citadel, and huge Fantastic pomp of structure without name, In fleecy folds voluminous enwrapped.
Sida 101 - I following — when a step, A single step, that freed me from the skirts Of the blind vapour, opened to my view Glory beyond all glory 'ever seen By waking sense or by the dreaming soul!
Sida 208 - Again they arose to the surface, and the strong bird spread his broad, dripping pinions, and gathering force with his rapid blows, raised the salmon half out of water. The weight, however, was too great for him, and he sank again to the surface, beating the water into foam about him. The salmon then made another dive, and they both went under, leaving only a few bubbles to tell where they had gone down. This time they were absent a full half minute, and Beach said he thought it was all over FIGHT...
Sida 83 - How a border-life sharpens a man's wits. Especially in an emergency does he show to what strict discipline he has subjected his mind. His resources are almost exhaustless, and his presence of mind equal to that of one who has been in a hundred battles. Wounded, perhaps mortally, it nevertheless flashed on this hunter's thoughts, that he might be so crippled that he could not stir for days and weeks, but starve to death there in the woods. " I may need that venison before I get out...
Sida 209 - ... sat for a long time sullen and sulky, the picture of disappointed ambition. So might a wounded and baffled lion lie down in his lair and brood over his defeat. Beach said that he could easily have captured them, but he thought he would see the fight out. When, however, they both staid under half a minute or more, he concluded he should never see his eagle again.