The Writings of John Burroughs: Locusts and wild honey

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Houghton, Mifflin, 1895
 

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עמוד 5 - A SWARM of bees in May Is worth a load of hay; A swarm of bees in June Is worth a silver spoon; A swarm of bees in July Is not worth a fly.
עמוד 53 - Doubtless God could have made a better berry, but doubtless God never did ; " and so, if I might be judge, " God never did make a more calm, quiet, innocent recreation than angling.
עמוד 161 - give us more of it." " ' How the snow-blight came upon me I will tell you as we go, — The blight of the shadow hunter 'Who walks the midnight snow.
עמוד 213 - ... by, and your eyes and hands are full. Then the tide ebbs, and both fish and fowl are gone. Patiently whipping the waters of the lake from my rude float, I became an object of great interest to the loons. I had never seen these birds before in their proper habitat, and the interest was mutual. When they had paused on the Hudson during their spring and fall migrations, I had pursued them in my boat to try to get near them. Now the case was reversed ; I was the interloper now, and they would come...
עמוד 43 - Man's field of vision embraces less than half a circle horizontally, and still less vertically; his brow and brain prevent him from seeing within many degrees of the zenith without a movement of the head; the bird, on the other hand, takes in nearly the whole sphere at a glance. I find I see, almost without effort, nearly every bird within sight in the field or wood I pass through (a flit of the wing, a flirt of the tail, are enough, though the flickering leaves do all conspire to hide them), and...
עמוד 43 - You must have the bird in your heart before you can find it in the bush. The eye must have purpose and aim. No one ever yet found the walking fern who did not have the walking fern in his mind. A person whose eye is full of Indian relics picks them up in every field he walks through.
עמוד 211 - I could hear the distant roar of water off beyond the outlet of the lake. The sound of the vagrant winds purring here and there in the tops of the spruces reached my ear. A breeze would come slowly down the mountain, then strike the lake, and I could see its footsteps approaching, by the changed appearance of the water. How slowly the winds move at times, sauntering like one on a Sunday walk ! A breeze always enlivens the fish ; a dead calm, and all pennants sink ; your activity with your fly is...
עמוד 207 - I skipped about from bowlder to bowlder as the fish worked this way or that about the pool, peering into the water to catch a glimpse of him, for he had begun to yield a little to the steady strain that was kept upon him. Presently I saw a shadowy, unsubstantial something just emerge from the black depths, then vanish. Then I saw it again, and this time the huge proportions of the fish were faintly outlined by the white facings of his fins. The sketch lasted but a twinkling; it was only a flitting...
עמוד 162 - The rest of the poem runs thus: — " ' And said I, Though dark is falling, And far the camp must be, Yet my heart it would be lightsome If I had but company. " ' And then I sang and shouted, Keeping measure as I sped, To the harp-twang of the snow-shoe As it sprang beneath my tread. " ' Nor far into the valley Had I dipped upon my way, When a dusky figure joined me In a...
עמוד 27 - Perhaps not the invisible, — not the odors of flowers or the fever germs in the air, — not the infinitely small of the microscope or the infinitely distant of the telescope. This would require, not more eyes so much as an eye constructed with more and different lenses ; but would he not see with augmented power within the natural limits of vision ? At any rate, some persons seem to have opened more eyes than others, they see with such force and distinctness; their vision penetrates the tangle...

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