My Strange Rescue, and Other Stories of Sport and Adventure in CanadaOxley, J. Macdonald (James Macdonald)
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My Strange Rescue, and Other Stories of Sport and Adventure in Canada
Oxley, J. Macdonald (James Macdonald)
Canada -- Juvenile fiction; Canada -- Juvenile literature
The two features of nature in which her might, her majesty, her mystery,
find fullest expression, are the ocean and the forest. Regarding their
vastness and their unchanging character, in our weak endeavour to find
terms for the infinite we have made them symbols of eternity.
Irresistible, perennial is the fascination they possess for man, and
all-satisfying the measure with which they respond to his demands. On
ocean’s bosom or in the forest’s heart he finds free play for his
noblest qualities. In making them subservient to his will he has
achieved his grandest development.
Nowhere round the globe are the forests finer than on this continent of
ours. Boundless in extent and endless in diversity, the eye never
wearies of resting upon them or seeking to penetrate their depths.
Happily free as they are from the dense matted undergrowth that makes
progress through the forests of the tropics a continuous penitential
pilgrimage, they present glorious vistas of silvan shade, shot through
with golden shafts of sunlight, down which you may wander at your ease
in unchecked communion with nature.
By way of comparison just place these two pictures side by side.
Seeking to give some conception of the interminable Congo forest, in
which he spent so many months of misery, Stanley exclaims: "Take a thick
Scottish copse dripping with rain; imagine this copse to be a mere
undergrowth, nourished under the impenetrable shade of ancient trees,
ranging from one hundred feet to one hundred and eighty feet high;
briers and thorns abundant; lazy creeks meandering through the depths of
the jungle, and sometimes a deep affluent of a great river. Imagine
this forest and jungle in all stages of decay and growth—old trees
falling, leaning perilously over, fallen prostrate: ants and insects of
all kinds, sizes, and colours murmuring around; monkeys and chimpanzees
above, queer noises of birds and animals, crashes in the jungle as
troops of elephants rush away; rain pattering down on you every other
day in the year; an impure atmosphere, with its dread consequences,
fever and dysentery, gloom throughout the day and darkness almost
palpable throughout the night."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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