The Continental Monthly, Vol. 6, No. 6, December 1864: Devoted To Literature And National PolicyVarious
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The Continental Monthly, Vol. 6, No. 6, December 1864: Devoted To Literature And National Policy
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Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals; United States -- Politics and government -- 19th century -- Periodicals
Few indeed are the pleasures that can be compared with the keen
enjoyment of travel in a new and beautiful country, where every sense is
stimulated by the purest and most aromatic of atmospheres, and where
rocks, trees, rivers, lakes, and skies offer every possibility of
combination imaginable under the structural conditions of the region.
The life of the scout and the pioneer is a constant succession of
pleasant surprises and unanticipated adventure; every hilltop promises a
new picture, every dawn and sunset an additional novelty for that
gallery, longer than the Louvre, and fuller than the Vatican, of which
memory holds the key and is sole warden. Hardship and even danger are
enclosed in surroundings so beautiful, so fresh and invigorating, that
they seem only to add zest to the pursuit, to give dignity and
significance to an occupation which might perhaps otherwise be
stigmatized as mere selfish vagabondage. Oh, the freedom of the wild
woods! the rest to the soul of the shadowy forest and flower-strewn
turf! The wind may toss the locks, the sun brown the skin, and the
brambles tear the garments, but there are none to cavil, none to count
the gray hairs or the freckles, or see that said garments are of last
year's fashioning. If the eyes look kindly, the peering squirrels will
be content, and if the voice be gentle, the birds will ask no more,
except, perhaps, a crumb or two from the slender stock of woodsman's
fare. The deer and the trout will not question our philosophy, knowing
instinctively, as we do, that there is a great God who made us all, and
who ever encompasseth us with a love surpassing every created
conception. They will only ask of our good will, and that our absolute
need be the limit of our tax upon their lives. With the sky for roof,
and the beech and the pine for friends and teachers, the body has time
to strengthen, and the conscience and inner self to grow steadily
upright, that they may overtop trifles, rise to the height of heavenly
inspirations, and hence win power to withstand the surging floods of
bewildering human passion. When men meet such souls, they are amazed at
their calmness and simplicity, and dimly guess that the All-Powerful,
through His created universe, has been whispering to them secrets of
strength, perseverance, patience, and charity.
But this subject is boundless as its origin, and we must now to the
particulars of a personal experience, which, if limited, may yet be of
service to others desirous of journeying in the same region.
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