Society and solitude: Twelve chaptersEmerson, Ralph Waldo
Philosophy
Society and solitude: Twelve chapters
Emerson, Ralph Waldo
American essays -- 19th century
And when the bird or deer
Fell by the hunter’s skill,
The boy was always near
To help with right good-will.
One day as through the cleft
Between two mountains steep,
Shut in both right and left,
Their questing way they keep,
They see two grizzly bears
With hunger fierce and fell
Rush at them unawares
Right down the narrow dell.
The boy turned round with screams,
And ran with terror wild;
One of the pair of savage beasts
Pursued the shrieking child.
The hunter raised his gun,--
He knew _one_ charge was all,--
And through the boy’s pursuing foe
He sent his only ball.
The other on George Nidiver
Came on with dreadful pace:
The hunter stood unarmed,
And met him face to face.
I say _unarmed_ he stood.
Against those frightful paws
The rifle but, or club of wood,
Could stand no more than straws.
George Nidiver stood still
And looked him in the face;
The wild beast stopped amazed,
Then came with slackening pace.
Still firm the hunter stood,
Although his heart beat high;
Again the creature stopped,
And gazed with wondering eye.
The hunter met his gaze,
Nor yet an inch gave way;
The bear turned slowly round,
And slowly moved away.
What thoughts were in his mind
It would be hard to spell:
What thoughts were in George Nidiver
I rather guess than tell.
But sure that rifle’s aim,
Swift choice of generous part,
Showed in its passing gleam
The depths of a brave heart.
SUCCESS.
SUCCESS.
Our American people cannot be taxed with slowness in performance or
in praising their performance. The earth is shaken by our engineries.
We are feeling our youth and nerve and bone. We have the power of
territory and of sea-coast, and know the use of these. We count our
census, we read our growing valuations, we survey our map, which
becomes old in a year or two. Our eyes run approvingly along the
lengthened lines of railroad and telegraph. We have gone nearest to
the Pole. We have discovered the Antarctic continent. We interfere in
Central and South America, at Canton, and in Japan; we are adding to an
already enormous territory. Our political constitution is the hope of
the world, and we value ourselves on all these feats.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account