Fire in the Woods: Illustrated — John Stuart Mill — John Shaqi
Fire in the Woods: Illustrated
John Stuart Mill · en
His course was at first precisely like what it had been on the previous
day. Dark pine trees arose all about him, standing at intervals
sufficiently wide to allow of easy progress, their innumerable shafts
rising on every side as far as the eye could reach. The shadow of the
forest beneath caught a peculiar leaden tinge from the smoke that now
surrounded everything, and in some places was so dark that it seemed as
though the fire might be smouldering there. There was no underbrush of
any consequence, so that Phil could go on whatever course he pleased;
and as the ground was firm and hard, his progress was made without undue
effort. Thus he was able to keep the river in sight, and follow its
course for a long distance.
As he went on the brook grew gradually larger, and at length ran into a
stream very much larger than itself, large enough, in fact, to deserve
the name of river. This Phil saw with delight; for he saw in this the
hope of encountering the haunts of men. As he looked down the course of
this river, which here afforded a much wider opening in the forest than
he had yet seen, he was struck by the density of the smoke clouds, and
the peculiar character of the atmosphere. The sight inspired him with
far stronger fears than any which he had hitherto known. Thus far he had
considered the fire as arising from some one spot, and had thought of
being able to evade it, even if he should reach the place where it might
be burning; but now he began to feel as though the fires were all around
him, rolling forward from every side towards him, and sending an advance
march of smoke to bewilder him and lead him astray. This thought gave
him a momentary pang, and a transitory feeling of despair crossed his
mind. But this weakness was only short-lived. It soon passed, and his
buoyancy of soul and sanguine temperament reasserted themselves.
At length, as he went along by the river side, he noticed, to his deep
regret, that the pine woods ended, and were succeeded by a forest like
that which he had traversed on the first day of his wandering. What was
worse, it could not be avoided. He could not walk along the river bank,
for it was lined with trees and shrubbery. He could not walk in its bed,
for it was too deep. There was therefore nothing left to do but to make
his way through the woods the best way that he could.
On entering these woods, the change was unpleasant in the extreme. It
was necessary for him to keep near the river, and in order to do this
he had to encounter without shrinking all the obstacles that lay in his
way. He did not dare now to attempt to go round any of them, or to make
short cuts, for he was afraid that if he got out of sight of the water
once, he would never be able to find it again; and, therefore, at all
hazards, and at every cost, he determined to keep it within sight.