Gaut Gurley; Or, the Trappers of Umbagog: A Tale of Border LifeThompson, Daniel P. (Daniel Pierce)
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Gaut Gurley; Or, the Trappers of Umbagog: A Tale of Border Life
Thompson, Daniel P. (Daniel Pierce)
Frontier and pioneer life -- Fiction; Maine -- Fiction; Trappers -- Fiction
"'No, and don't intend to. To observe that, I must relinquish all thought
of mounting the professional and political ladder, even half way to the
mark I _must_ and _will_ reach. I have naturally a strong constitution, and
I calculate it will last, with the rapid mounting I intend, till I reach
the top round, and that is all that I care for. But I shall know, all the
while, that I am going up like a rocket, whose height and brilliancy are
only attained by the certain and rapid wasting of the substance that
composes it. But the case is different with you, Carvil. You have a
constitution yet to make, or your rocket will go out, before you can get
high enough, in these days of jostling and severe competition, to warrant
the attempt of mounting at all.'
"Such was one of Wright's intuitive grasps at the truth, hid under the
false notions of the times, or the artificial theories of books, which he
was wasting his life to master, and often only mastering to despise. And I,
being now earnestly in search of the best means of health, eagerly caught
at his notion, which placed the matter in a light in which I had never
before seriously viewed it, and, indeed, struck me with a force that soon
brought me to a dead stand in all my calculations for the future. 'What is
it,' thought I, running into a sort of mental dialogue with myself, and
calling in what little true science I had learned, to aid me in fully
testing the soundness of the notion, before I finally gave in to it; 'what
is it that hardens the muscles, and compacts the human system?'--'Thorough
exercise, and constant use.'--'Can these be had in the study-room?'
'No.'--'And what is the invigorating and fattening principle of the air we
breathe?'--'Oxygen.'--'Can this be had in the close or artificially-heated
room?'--'No, except in stinted and uncertain proportions. It can be
breathed in the open fields, but much more abundantly in the
woods.'--'Well, what do I need?'--'Only hardening and invigorating.'--'But
shall I go to the relaxing clime of the South for this?'--'No; the northern
wilderness were a hundred times better.'--'It is settled,
then.'--'Landlord,' I cried aloud, as I saw that personage at that moment
passing by my partly open door, 'when does the first stage, going north,
start?'
"'In twenty minutes, and from my door.'
"'Order on my luggage, here; make out your bill; and I will be on hand.'
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