正文 Baker Farm

Sometimes I rambled to pine groves, standing like temples, or

like fleets at sea, full-rigged, with wavy boughs, and rippling with

light, so soft and green and shady that the Druids would have

forsaken their oaks to worship in them; or to the cedar wood beyond

Flints Pond, where the trees, covered with hoary blue berries,

spiring higher and higher, are fit to stand before Valhalla, and the

creeping juniper covers the ground with wreaths full of fruit; or to

ss where the usnea li hangs ioons from the white

spruce trees, and toadstools, round tables of the s gods, cover

the ground, and more beautiful fungi adorumps, like

butterflies or shells, vegetable winkles; where the sink and

dogwood grow, the red alderberry glows like eyes of imps, the

waxwrooves and crushes the hardest woods in its folds, and the

wild holly berries make the beholder fet his home with their

beauty, and he is dazzled aed by nameless other wild

forbidden fruits, too fair for mortal taste. Instead of calling on

some scholar, I paid many a visit to particular trees, of kinds

which are rare in this neighborhood, standing far away in the middle

of some pasture, or in the depths of a wood or s, or on a

hilltop; such as the black birch, of which we have some handsome

spes two feet in diameter; its cousin, the yellow birch, with

its loose golde, perfumed like the first; the beech, which has

so a bole aifully li-painted, perfe all its

details, of which, excepting scattered spes, I know but one

small grove of sizable trees left iownship, supposed by some

to have been planted by the pigeons that were once baited with

beeuts near by; it is worth the while to see the silver grain

sparkle when you split this wood; the bass; the hornbeam; the Celtis

octalis, or false elm, of which we have but one well-grown;

some taller mast of a pine, a shiree, or a more perfect

hemlock than usual, standing like a pagoda in the midst of the

woods; and many others I could mention. These were the shrines I

visited both summer and winter.

O ced that I stood in the very abutment of a rainbows

arch, which filled the lower stratum of the atmosphere, tinging the

grass and leaves around, and dazzling me as if I looked through

colored crystal. It was a lake of rainbow light, in which, for a

short while, I lived like a dolphin. If it had lasted lo

might have tinged my employments and life. As I walked on the

railroad causeway, I used to wo the halo of light around my

shadow, and would fain fancy myself one of the elect. One who

visited me declared that the shadows of some Irishmen before him had

no halo about them, that it was only natives that were so

distinguished. Beo Cellini tells us in his memoirs, that,

after a certain terrible dream or vision which he had during his

fi in the castle of St. Angelo a resple light appeared

over the shadow of his head at m and evening, whether he was

in Italy or France, and it articularly spicuous when the

grass was moist with dew. This robably the same phenomenon to

which I have referred, which is especially observed in the m,

but also at other times, and even by moonlight. Though a stant

o is not only noticed, and, in the case of aable

imagination l

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