Erewhon Revisited Twenty Years Later, Both by the Original Discoverer of the Country and by His SonButler, Samuel
Philosophy
Erewhon Revisited Twenty Years Later, Both by the Original Discoverer of the Country and by His Son
Butler, Samuel
Satire; Utopian fiction; Utopias -- Fiction
The next day, December 4, was lovely, after a night that had been clear
and cold, with frost towards early morning. When the shepherd had gone
for some three hours in the forenoon to see his sheep (that were now
lambing), I walked down to the place where I had left my knapsack, and
carried it a good mile above the hut, where I again hid it. I could see
the great range from one place, and the thick new fallen snow assured me
that the river would be quite normal shortly. Indeed, by evening it was
hardly at all discoloured, but I waited another day, and set out on the
morning of Sunday, December 6. The river was now almost as low as in
winter, and Harris assured me that if I used my eyes I could not miss
finding a ford over one stream or another every half mile or so. I had
the greatest difficulty in preventing him from accompanying me on foot
for some little distance, but I got rid of him in the end; he came with
me beyond the place where I had hidden my knapsack, but when he had left
me long enough, I rode back and got it.
I see I am dwelling too long upon my own small adventures. Suffice it
that, accompanied by my dog, I followed the north bank of the river till
I found I must cross one stream before I could get any farther. This
place would not do, and I had to ride half a mile back before I found one
that seemed as if it might be safe. I fancy my father must have done
just the same thing, for Doctor seemed to know the ground, and took to
the water the moment I brought him to it. It never reached his belly,
but I confess I did not like it. By and by I had to recross, and so on,
off and on, till at noon I camped for dinner. Here the dog found me a
nest of young ducks, nearly fledged, from which the parent birds tried
with great success to decoy me. I fully thought I was going to catch
them, but the dog knew better and made straight for the nest, from which
he returned immediately with a fine young duck in his mouth, which he
laid at my feet, wagging his tail and barking. I took another from the
nest and left two for the old birds.
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