Former Inhabitants and Winter Visitors

类别:文学名著 作者:亨利·大卫·梭罗 本章:Former Inhabitants and Winter Visitors

    I orms, and spent some cheerful

    er evenings by my fireside, whe snow whirled wildly

    , and even ting of the owl was hushed.  For many weeks

    I met no one in my  to cut wood

    and sled it to ts, ted me in

    making a pat snohe woods, for when I had

    once gone to my tracks, where

    ted the snow,

    and so not only made a my bed for my feet, but in t their

    dark line o conjure

    up ts of the memory of many

    of my toands resounded h

    tants, and t

    cted tle gardens and

    d  in by t than

    nohe pines would

    scrape bot once, and women and children who

    o go to Lincoln alone and on foot did it

    en ran a good part of tance.  though mainly

    but a e to neighe woodmans

    team, it once amused traveller more ts variety, and

    lingered longer in retch

    from to t through a maple swamp on

    a foundation of logs, ts of ill

    underlie t dusty ratton, nohe

    Alms-o Bristers hill.

    East of my bean-field, across to Ingraham,

    slave of Duncan Ingraleman, of Concord village,

    w o live in

    alden oods; -- Cato, not Uticensis, but Concordiensis.  Some say

    t tle

    patcs, ill he should be old

    and need t a younger and or got t last.

    oo,  present.

    Catos erated cellar-ill remains, to

    feraveller by a fringe of pines.  It is

    nohe

    earliest species of goldenrod (Solidago stricta) grohere

    luxuriantly.

    ill nearer to town,

    Zilptle house, where she spun linen

    for toh her shrill

    singing, for sable voice.  At lengthe

    war of 1812,  on fire by English soldiers,

    prisoners on parole, w and dog and hens

    oget

    iner of t as he

    passed tering to herself over her

    gurgling pot -- quot;Ye are all bones, bones!quot;  I have seen bricks amid

    there.

    Do ers hill, lived

    Brister Freeman, quot;a ; slave of Squire Cummings once --

    till trees ed and

    tended; large old trees no t still wild and ciderish

    to my taste.  Not long since I read aphe old Lincoln

    burying-ground, a little on one side, near the unmarked graves of

    some Britisreat from Concord --

    ;Sippio Bristerquot; -- Scipio Africanus he had some

    title to be called -- quot;a man of color,quot; as if he were discolored.

    It also told me, aring emp

    an indirect

    Fenda, able unes, yet pleasantly --

    large, round, and black, blacker t,

    such a dusky orb as never rose on Concord before or since.

    Fart, on the

    ratton family; whose

    orcers  was long

    since killed out by pitcing a feumps, whose old

    roots furnisill tocks of many a ty village tree.

    Nearer yet to too Breeds location, on ther

    side of t on the

    pranks of a demon not distinctly named in old mythology, who has

    acted a prominent and astounding part in our New England life, and

    deserves, as mucer, to have his

    biograpten one day; he guise of a friend

    or he whole family --

    Ne ory must not yet tell tragedies

    enacted  time intervene in some measure to assuage and lend

    an azure tint to t indistinct and dubious

    tradition says t once a tavern stood; the same, which

    tempered travellers beverage and refreseed.  here

    ted one anotold t

    their ways again.

    Breeds  anding only a dozen years ago, t had

    long been unoccupied.  It  t  on

    fire by miscion nig mistake.

    I lived on t lost myself

    over Davenants quot;Gondibert,quot; t er t I labored h a

    leto regard as a

    family complaint, o sleep shaving himself,

    and is obliged to sprout potatoes in a cellar Sundays, in order to

    keep atempt

    to read Cion of Englisry  skipping.  It

    fairly overcame my Nervii.  I  sunk my he

    bells rung fire, and in  e t way, led

    by a straggling troop of men and boys, and I among t, for

    I  it he woods

    -- we wo fires before -- barn, shop, or dwelling-house,

    or all toget;Its Bakers barn,quot; cried one.  quot;It is the Codman

    place,quot; affirmed anot up above the

    ed quot;Concord to the

    rescue!quot;  agons s past h furious speed and crushing loads,

    bearing, perc, t of the Insurance

    Company, wo go he

    engine bell tinkled be of all,

    as it erhe fire and gave

    t on like true idealists, rejecting the

    evidence of our senses, until at a turn in the

    crackling and actually felt t of the wall,

    and realized, alas! t he

    fire but cooled our ardor.  At first  to throw a frog-pond

    on to it; but concluded to let it burn, it was so far gone and so

    ood round our engine, jostled one another,

    expressed our sentiments trumpets, or in loone

    referred to t conflagrations wnessed,

    including Bascoms s t,

    ;tub,quot; and a full frog-pond by, we

    could turn t tened last and universal one into another

    flood.  e finally retreated  doing any miscurned

    to sleep and quot;Gondibert.quot;  But as for quot;Gondibert,quot; I

    t passage in t  being the souls powder --

    quot;but most of mankind are strangers to , as Indians are to

    po;

    It c I  he

    follo

    t, I drehe only survivor

    of t I knos virtues and its

    vices, ed in this burning, lying on his

    stomac till smouldering

    cinders beneattering to .  he had been

    he

    first moments t o visit the home of his

    fato the cellar from all sides and

    points of vieurns, alo it, as if there was

    some treasure, ones,

    a heap of bricks and ashes.

    t .  he was

    soothy which my mere presence, implied, and showed

    me, as ted, whe well was covered

    up; whank heaven, could never be burned; and he groped long

    about to find t and

    mounted, feeling for taple by which a burden had

    been fastened to t o --

    to convince me t it ;rider.quot;  I felt it, and still

    remark it almost daily in my  ory of a

    family.

    Once more, on t, whe well and lilac bushes

    by tting and Le Grosse.

    But to return toward Lincoln.

    Farthe road

    approac to tter squatted, and

    furniso descendants to

    succeed he

    land by sufferance he sheriff

    came in vain to collect taxes, and quot;attac; for forms

    sake, as I s, t

    he could lay his hands on.  One day in midsummer, when I was hoeing,

    a man o market stopped his horse

    against my field and inquired concerning yman the younger.  he had

    long ago bougters wo know w had

    become of ters clay and wheel in

    Scripture, but it o me t ts we use were

    not suchose days, or grown on

    trees like gourds somewo  so

    fictile an art iced in my neighborhood.

    t inant of these woods before me was an Irishman,

    h coil enough), who occupied

    ymans tenement -- Col. Quoil,  he

    aterloo.  If he had lived I should have made

    tles over again.  rade  of a

    ditc to St. o alden oods.

    All I know of ragic.  he was a man of manners, like one who

    han you

    could tend to.  coat in midsummer, being

    affected rembling delirium, and he color of

    carmine.   t of Bristers ly

    after I came to t I  remembered him as a

    neighbor.  Before his house was pulled down, when his comrades

    avoided it as quot;an unlucky castle,quot; I visited it.  there lay his old

    clothey were himself, upon his raised

    plank bed.  ead of a bowl

    broken at tain.  t could never he symbol

    of o me t, though he had heard of

    Bristers Spring, ; and soiled cards, kings of

    diamonds, spades, and s, tered over the floor.  One

    black crator could not catch, black as

    nig, not even croaking, aing Reynard, still

    to roost in t apartment.  In the dim

    outline of a garden,  had never received

    its first o terrible ss, t

    ime.  It h Roman wormwood and

    beggar-ticks, uck to my clot.  the

    skin of a che

    rop aterloo; but no tens

    would  more.

    No in te of these dwellings,

    ones, and strawberries, raspberries,

    the sunny

    sc he

    c-scented black birch, perhaps, waves where

    tone imes t is visible, where once

    a spring oozed; noearless grass; or it was covered deep

    -- not to be discovered till some late day --  stone

    under t of ted.   a sorrowful

    act must t be -- t he

    opening of ears.  ts, like deserted fox

    burro wir

    and bustle of ;fate, free will, foreknowledge

    absolute,quot; in some form and dialect or oturns

    discussed.  But all I can learn of ts to just

    t quot;Cato and Brister pulled ;; w as

    edifying as tory of more famous schools of philosophy.

    Still groion after the door and

    lintel and ts s-scented flowers

    eaco be plucked by traveller; planted and

    tended once by c-yard plots -- noanding

    by ired pastures, and giving place to new-rising

    forests; -- t of t stirp, sole survivor of t family.

    Little did t ts two

    eyes only, he house

    and daily ered,  itself so, and outlive them, and house

    itself in t s, and grown mans garden and

    orcell tory faintly to the lone wanderer a

    ury after they had grown up and died -- blossoming as fair,

    and smelling as s, as in t first spring.  I mark its still

    tender, civil, cheerful lilac colors.

    But t fail

    ural advantages --

    no er privileges, forsoothe deep alden Pond and cool

    Bristers Spring -- privilege to drink long and s at

    t to dilute they

    y race.  Mig t,

    stable-broom, mat-making, corn-parctery

    business o blossom like

    terity ed their

    faterile soil  least  a

    lole does these

    ants eny of the landscape!  Again,

    perure ry,  settler, and my house

    raised last spring to be t in t.

    I am not a any man  on t which I

    occupy.  Deliver me from a city built on te of a more ancient

    city, he soil

    is blanc becomes necessary

    tself royed.  ith such reminiscences I

    repeopled the woods and lulled myself asleep.

    At tor.  he snow lay

    deepest no ured near my night

    at a time, but ttle

    and poultry wo ime buried

    in drifts, even  food; or like t early settlers family in

    toton, in tate, ely

    covered by t snow of 1717 w, and an Indian

    found it only by the

    drift, and so relieved t no friendly Indian concerned

    me; nor needed er of t

    Snoo he

    farmers could not get to teams, and

    o cut dorees before their houses, and,

    rees in ten feet

    from t appeared t spring.

    In t snoo

    my   ed by a

    meandering dotted line, ervals bets.  For a

    ook exactly teps, and of

    tepping deliberately and h

    tracks -- to such

    routine ter reduces us -- yet often th

    no erfered fatally h my walks,

    or ratly tramped eigen

    miles t snoo keep an appointment h a beech

    tree, or a yellohe pines;

    wo droop, and so

    sops, o fir trees; wading

    to tops of t

    deep on a level, and sorm on my

    every step; or sometimes creeping and floundering ther on my

    ers o er quarters.

    One afternoon I amused myself by crix

    nebulosa) sitting on one of te pine,

    close to trunk, in broad dayliganding hin a rod of

    h my

    feet, but could not plainly see me.   noise he would

    stretc  hers, and open his eyes

    to nod.  I too

    felt a slumberous influence after ching him half an hour, as he

    sat t, he

    cat.  t left betheir lids, by which

    be preserved a pennisular relation to me; t eyes,

    looking out from to realize me,

    vague object or mote t interrupted  length, on

    some louder noise or my nearer approach, he would grow uneasy and

    sluggisurn about on ient at having his

    dreams disturbed; and when he launched himself off and flapped

    to unexpected breadth, I

    could not est sound from the

    pine bouge sense of than by

    sigive

    pinions,  in peace a the

    dawning of his day.

    As I hrough

    tered many a blustering and nipping wind, for

    noen me on one

    curned to it t

    mucter by ters o

    toill, like a friendly Indian, s of the broad

    open fields he alden road,

    and o obliterate tracks of t

    traveller.  And s would have formed,

    t wind had been

    depositing t

    a rabbits track, nor even t, type, of a

    meadoo be seen.  Yet I rarely failed to find, even in

    mider, some warm and springly swamp whe

    skunk-cabbage still put forth perennial verdure, and some

    ed turn of spring.

    Sometimes, notanding turned from my

    evening I crossed tracks of a woodchopper leading

    from my door, and found tlings on th, and my

    ernoon,

    if I co be at he snow made

    by tep of a long-he woods

    sougo ;crackquot;; one of the few of his

    vocation ;; wead of

    a professors goo extract t of

    cate as to haul a load of manure from his barn-yard.  e

    talked of rude and simple times,  large fires in

    cold, bracing

    failed, ried our teet which wise squirrels have

    long since abandoned, for t shells are

    commonly empty.

    t to my lodge, t

    sno dismal tempests, .  A farmer, a er, a

    soldier, a reporter, even a ped; but nothing

    can deter a poet, for uated by pure love.

    at all hours,

    even  small h

    boisterous mirtalk,

    making amends to alden vale for the long silences.  Broadway

    ill and deserted in comparison.  At suitable intervals there

    es of laug have been referred

    indifferently to t-uttered or t.  e made

    many a quot;bran ne; thin dish of gruel, which

    combined tages of conviviality he clear-headedness

    which philosophy requires.

    I s forget t during my last er at there

    or, ime came the

    village, till he saw my lamp

    trees, and ser evenings.

    One of t of ticut gave o the

    world --  erwards, as he declares, his

    brains.  till, prompting God and disgracing man,

    bearing for fruit  its kernel.  I think

    t  be t faith of any alive.  his words

    and attitude alter state of ther men

    are acquainted  man to be disappointed

    as ture in t.  But though

    comparatively disregarded now, wed

    by most ake effect, and masters of families and rulers will

    come to him for advice.

    quot; cannot see serenity!quot;

    A true friend of man; almost the only friend of human progress.  An

    Old Mortality, say ratality, ience

    and faithe God

    of s.  ith his

    able intellect he embraces children, beggars, insane, and

    scertains t of all, adding to it commonly

    some breadt he should keep a

    caravansary on the worlds highway, where philosophers of all

    nations mig up, and on ed,

    quot;Entertainment for man, but not for .  Enter ye t have

    leisure and a quiet mind,  road.quot;  he is

    per man and  crotcs of any I chance

    to knoerday and tomorrow.  Of yore we ered

    and talked, and effectually put the world behind us; for he was

    pledged to no institution in it, freeborn, ingenuus.  hichever way

    urned, it seemed t t

    togety of the landscape.  A

    blue-robed man,  roof is the overarching sky which

    reflects y.  I do not see ure

    cannot spare him.

    and

    rying our knives, and admiring the clear yellowish

    grain of tly and reverently, or we

    pulled toget t

    scared from tream, nor feared any angler on t came

    and  grandly, like t tern

    sky, and times form and

    dissolve thology, rounding a

    fable les in the air for which

    eartion.  Great Looker!  Great Expecter!

    to converse s Entertainment.  Ah!

    suc and ptler I

    expanded and racked my little

    dare to say  there was

    above tmosp opened its

    seams so t to be calked er to

    stop t leak; -- but I  kind of oakum

    already picked.

    t;solid seasons,quot; long to be

    remembered, at he village, and who looked in upon me

    from time to time; but I y there.

    too, as everyed tor who

    never comes.  t;to remain

    at eventide in yard as long as it takes to milk a cow, or

    longer if o a t.quot;  I often

    performed ty of ality, ed long enougo milk a

    see the

    town.


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