But suddenly the singing stopped, and the myriad11 rain-notes were turned to feet, tiny, stirring feet, creeping down the tent, skipping across the leaves, galloping12 over the forest floor, and jumping in and out of the fire. Then a twig13 snapped. Was that what had awakened me? I rose up on my elbow slowly. The tent flap was open; the woods were very dark, the dim light from above the roof of leaves and rain showing only shadows, and an ashen14 spot where the camp-fire still spluttered, and beyond the ashen spot a shadow—different from the other shadows; a shape—a doe with big ears forward toward the fire! A bit of birch bark flared16 in the darkness, and the shape was gone. I could hear her moving through the ferns; hear her jump a fallen log and step out among the grating pebbles17 on the shore. Then all was still, except for the scampering18 rain, and the little red-backed[177] wood-mouse among the camp tins, and the teeth of a porcupine19 chilled and chattering20 in the darkness at the big wood-mouse among the tins, and the rain running everywhere.
I dropped back upon my pillow and left off listening. How good the duffle-bag felt beneath my head! And the thick, springy bows of the fir beneath the bag, how good they felt—springs and mattress21 in one, laid underside up, evenly, and a foot deep, all over the tent floor! And how good they smelled! A bed of balsam-fir boughs22 is more than a bed; it is an oblation23 to Sleep, and not a vain oblation—after miles of paddling in live water or a day of trailing through the spruce and fir.
“There’s a long, long trail a-winding”
runs the song—
“Into the land of my dreams.”
But, speaking of sleep, there is no trail, except a forest trail, that winds away to a land of such deep dreamlessness as that of a woodman’s sleep; and no sleep, from which a man will waken, half so fragrant24 and refreshing25 as his. I do not wish to be carried to the skies “on flowery beds[178] of ease,” but I should like this balsam-fir bed, for two or three weeks every summer, in the woods of Maine. A reasonable and a wholesome26 wish that, as I lay there wrapped in the fragrant mantle27 of my couch, I coveted29 for city sleepers30 everywhere.
The odors (we should spell them with a “u”)—the odours of the big woods are so clean and pure and prophylactic31! They clear the clogged32 senses, and keep them in a kind of antiseptic bath, washing a coated tongue as no wine can wash it; and tingling33 along the most snarled34 of nerves, straightening, tempering, tuning35 them till the very heart is timed to the singing of the firs. My bed of boughs was a full foot deep, covering every inch of the bottom of the tent, fresh cut that evening, and so bruised36 with the treading as we laid them that their smell, in the close, rainy air of the night, filled the tent like a cloud. I lay and breathed—as if taking a cure, this tent being the contagious37 ward15 of the great hospital, the Out-of-Doors. All around me poured the heavy, penetrating38 vapor39 distilled40 from the gums, and resins41, and oils, and sweet healing essences of the woods, mingled42 here in[179] the tent with the aromatic43 balsam of the fir. I breathed it to the bottom of my lungs; but my lungs were not deep enough; I must breathe it with hands and feet to get it all; but they were not enough. Then a breeze swept by the tent, pausing to lay its mouth over my mouth, and, catching44 away my little breath, breathed for me its own big breath, until my very bones, like the bones of the birds, were breathing, and every vein45 ran redolent of the breath of the fir.
That breeze blew the sharp, pungent46 smell of wood smoke past the tent. I caught it eagerly—the sweet smoke of the cedar47 logs still smouldering on the fire. There was no suggestion of hospitals in this whiff, but camps, rather, and kitchens, altars, caves, the smoke of whose ancient fires is still strong in our nostrils49 and cured into the very substance of our souls.
I wonder if our oldest racial memory may not be that of fire, and if any other form of fire, a coal off any other altar, can touch the imagination as the coals of a glowing camp-fire. And I wonder if any other odor takes us farther down our ancestral past than the smell of wood smoke, and if there is another smoke so sweet as cedar[180] smoke, when the thin, faint wraith50 from the smouldering logs curls past your tent on the slow wind of the woods and drifts away.
It does not matter of what the fire is built. I can still taste the spicy51 smoke of the sagebrush in my last desert camp. And how hot that sagebrush fire! And as sweet as the spicy sage52 is the smell in my nostrils of the cypress53 and gum in my camp-fires of the South. Swamp or desert or forest, the fire is the lure—the light, the warmth, the crackle of the flames, and the mystic incense54 of the smoke rising as a sweet savor55 to the deities56 of the woods and plains.
It is the camp-fire that lures57 me to the woods when I might go down to the sea. I love the sea. Perhaps I fear it more; and perhaps I have not yet learned to pitch my tent and build my fire upon the waves; certainly I have not yet got used to the fo’c’s’le smell. For, of all foul58 odors known to beast or man, the indescribable stench of the fo’c’s’le is to me the worst. What wild wind of the ocean can blow that smell away? When bilges are sprayed with attar of roses, and fo’c’s’les sheathed59 in sandalwood, and sailors given shower-baths and open fires, I shall take a[181] vacation before the mast; but until then give me the woods and my fir-bough bed, and my fire of birch and cedar logs, and the rain upon my tent.
When I woke at dawn it was still raining; and off and on all day it rained, spoiling our plans for the climb up Spencer Mountain and keeping us close to camp and the drying fire. The forest here at the foot of the mountain was a mixed piece of old-growth timber, that had been logged for spruce and pine some years before—as every mile of the forest of Maine has been logged—yet so low and spongy was the bottom that the timber seems to have overgrown and long since ceased to be fit for lumber60, so that most of it was left standing when the lumber-jacks went through. We were camped by the side of Spencer Pond in the thick of these giant trees—yellow birch, canoe birch, maple61 and spruce, hemlock62 and fir and pine—where the shade was so dense63 and the forest floor so strewn with fallen trees that only the club mosses64, and the sphagnum, and a few of the deep-woods flowers could grow. The rain made little difference to my passage here, so low were these lesser66 forest[182] forms under the perpetual umbrage67 of the mighty68 trees, and I came back from as far in as I dared to venture on so dull a day, my clothes quite dry, but my spirit touched with a spell of the forest, which I should have missed had the sun been shining and the points of the compass clear.
For in the big woods one is ever conscious of direction, a sense that is so exaggerated in the deepest bottoms, especially when only indirect, diffused69 light fills the shadowy spaces, as to border on fear. I am never free, in a strange forest, from its haunting Presence; so close to it that I seem to hear it; seem able to touch it; and when, for a moment of some minor70 interest or excitement, I have forgotten to remember and, looking up, find the Presence gone from me, I am seized with sudden fright. What other panic comes so softly, yet with more terrible swiftness? And once the maze71 seizes you, once you begin to meet yourself, find yourself running the circle of your back tracks, the whole mind goes to pieces and madness is upon you.
“Set where you be and holler till I come get ye, if ye’re lost,” the guide would say. “Climb[183] a tree and holler; don’t run around like a side-hill gouger72, or you’re gone.”
I do not know what sort of animal is Johnny’s side-hill gouger; though I saw, one day, far up on the side of the mountain a big bare spot where he had been digging—according to the guide. It is enough for me that there is such a beast in the woods, and that he gets those who turn round and round in the forest on rainy days and forget to look up.
The gouger was abroad in the woods to-day. The clouds hung at the base of the mountains, just above the tops of the trees; the rain came straight down; the huge fallen trunks lay everywhere criss-cross; and once beyond the path to the spring the semi-gloom blurred73 every trail and put at naught75 all certainty of direction.
But how this fear sharpened the senses and quickened everything in the scene about me! I was in the neighborhood of danger, and every dull and dormant76 faculty77 became alert. Nothing would come from among the dusky trees to harm me; no bear, or lynx, or moose, for they would run away; it was the dusk itself, and the big trees that would not run away; and I watched[184] them furtively78 as they drew nearer and nearer and closed in deeper about me. I knew enough to “set down and holler” if I got turned hopelessly around; but this very knowledge of weakness, of inability to cope alone with these silent, sinister79 forces, woke all my ancient fears and called back that brood of more than fabled80 monsters from their caves and fens81 and forest lairs82.
This was the real woods, however, deep, dark, and primeval, and no mere83 fantasy of fear. It looked even older than its hoary84 years, for the floor was strewn with its mouldering48 dead, not one generation, but ages of them, form under form, till only long, faint lines of greener moss65 told where the eldest85 of them had fallen an ?on since and turned to earth. Time leaves on nothing its failing marks so deeply furrowed86 as upon men and trees, and here in the woods upon no other trees so deeply as upon the birches. Lovely beyond all trees in their shining, slender youth, they grow immeasurably aged87 with the years, especially the yellow birch, whose grim, grizzled boles seemed more like weathered columns of stone than living trees.
One old monster, with a hole in his base that a[185] bear might den10 in, towering till his shoulders overtopped the tallest spruce, stood leaning his gnarled hands upon the air, as a bent88 and aged man leans with his knotty89 hands upon a cane90. A hundred years he might have been leaning so; a hundred years more he might continue in his slow decline, till, with a crash, he falls to lie for a hundred years to come across a prostrate91 form that fell uncounted years before.
I was standing on the tough, hollow rind of such a birch, so long, long dead that its carcass had gone to dust, leaving only this empty shell that looked like a broken, half-buried piece of aqueduct. It was neither tree nor pipe, however, but the House of Porcupines92, as I could plainly hear by the grunting93 inside. A pile of droppings at the door of the house told the story of generations of porkies going in and out before the present family came into their inheritance. I knocked on the rubbery walls with my foot, but not hard, for I might break through and hurt Mother or Father Porky, or possibly the baby that I saw along the pond that night. No careful, right-minded person steps on or hurts a porcupine in any manner.
[186]I went on out of the sound of their teeth, for chattering teeth are not consoling, and the woods were gray enough. Gray and vast and magnificently ruinous, yet eternally new they were, the old walls slowly crumbling94, and over them, out of their heaped disorder95, the fresh walls rising to the high-arched roof that never falls. To-day the deep, hollow halls were shut to me by the arras of the gloom, and so smoky rolled the rain beneath the roof that even the black rafters of the birches were scarcely visible; but all the closer about me, in the wildest wealth and splendor96, lay the furniture of the forest floor.
Never were wools dyed and woven with a pile so rich and deep as the cover of mosses and lichens97 that carpeted this rude, cluttered98 floor. Rolled and wrinkled and heaped up over the stumps99, it lay, nowhere stretched, nowhere swept, a bronze and green and gold ground, figured and flowered endlessly; and down the longest, deepest wrinkle a darkling little stream! It was a warp101 of sphagnum moss with woof of lichens, liverworts, ferns, mushrooms, club mosses, and shier flowers of the shadows, that[187] was woven for the carpet—long, vivid runners of lycopodium, the fingered sort, or club moss, and its fan-leaved cousin, the ground pine, now in fruit, its clusters of spikes102 like tiny candelabra standing ready to be lighted all over the floor; and everywhere, on every tree-trunk, stump100, and log, and stone the scale mosses, myriads103 of them, in blotches104 of exquisite105 shapes and colors, giving the gray-green tone to the walls as the sphagnums gave the vivid bronze-green to the floor. Down to about the level of my head, the dominant106 note in the color scheme of the walls, hung the gray reindeer107 moss, tufts and shreds108 and pointed109 bunches of it like old men’s grizzled beards. Some of the spruces and twisted cedars110 were covered with it. Shorter in staple111 than the usnea of the South, stiffer and lighter112 in color, it is far less somber113 and funereal114; but a forest bearded with it looks older than time. This moss is the favorite winter food of the moose and caribou115 and deer, and so clean had the moose and deer eaten it from the trees, up as high as they could reach, that the effect on a clear day was as if a thin gray fog had settled in the forest at an even six-foot level from the ground.
[188]Worked in among the lichens and mosses, quite without design, were the deep-woods flowers—patches of goldthread, beds of foam-flower and delicate wood-sorrel and the brilliant little bunchberry. Wherever the sunlight had a chance to touch the cold, boggy116 bottom it seemed to set the punk on fire and blaze up into these scarlet117 berries, stumps and knolls118 and slopes aflame with them, to burn on through the gloom until they should be smothered119 by the snow. Twin-flower and partridge-berry were laced in little mats about the bases of the trees; here and there the big red fruit of trillium and the nodding blue berries of clintonia were mixed in a spot of gay color with berries of the twisted stalk, the wild lily-of-the-valley, and the fiery120 seed-balls of the Indian turnip121.
These touches of color were like the effect of flowers about a stately, somber room, for this was an ancient and a solemn house of mighty folk. If the little people came to dwell in the shadow of these noble great they must be content with whatever crumbs122 of sunshine fell from the heaven-spread table over them to the damp and mouldering floor. There were corners so dark[189] that only the coral orchid123 and the Indian pipe pushed up through the mat of leaves; and other spots, half open to the sky, where the cinnamon fern and the lady fern waved their lovely plumes124, and the wood fern, the beech125, the oak, and the crested126 shield ferns grew together, forced thus to share the scanty127 light dropped to them from the overflowing128 feast above.
But I never saw mushrooms in such marvelous shapes and colors and in such indescribable abundance as here. The deep forest was like a natural cavern129 for them, its cold, dank twilight130 feeding their elfin lamps until the whole floor was lighted with their ghostly glow. Clearest and coldest burned the pale-green amanita, and with it, surpassingly beautiful in color and design, the egg-topped muscaria, its baleful taper131 in a splotched and tinted132 shade of blended orange yellows, fading softly toward the rim4. Besides these, and shorter on their stems, were white and green and purple russulas, and great burning red ones, the size of large poinsettia blooms; and groups of brown boletus, scattered133 golden chanterelles, puff-balls, exquisite coral clusters, and, strangest of them all, like handfuls of frosted[190] fog, the snowy medusa. These last I gathered for my lunch, together with some puff-balls and a few campestris, whose spores134, I suppose, may have been brought into the woods with the horses when this tract135 was lumbered136 years ago. But I had little appetite for mushrooms. It was the sight of them, dimly luminous137 in the rain, that held me, their squat138 lamps burning with a spectral139 light which filled the dusky spaces of the forest full of goblin gloom.
As I sat watching the uncanny lights there was a rush of small feet down the birch at my back, a short stop just above my head, and a volley of windy talk that might have blown out every elf light in the neighborhood. It was very sudden and, breaking into the utter stillness, it was almost startling. A moose could hardly have made more noise. I said nothing back nor took any notice of him. He could kick up the biggest sort of a rumpus if he wished to, for the woods needed it. I only wondered that he had a tongue, dwelling140 forever here in this solitude141. But a red squirrel’s tongue is equal to any solitude, and more than once I have caught him talking against it, challenging the silence of all[191] outdoors, as I have seen small boys challenge each other to a blatting-match.
By and by I turned, and so startled him that he dropped a cluster of green berries from his mouth almost upon my head. It was a large bunch of arbor142 vit? berries that he was going to store away, for, though he sleeps much of the winter, he is an inveterate143 hoarder144, working overtime145, down the summer, as if the approaching winter were to be seven lean years long.
I was glad he had not obtruded146 earlier, but now he reminded me properly that it was long past noon, and high time for me to get back to camp. It was later than I thought, for the woods had gradually grown lighter, the rain had almost ceased, and by the time I reached camp had stopped altogether. While we were at supper the sun broke through on the edge of the west and ran the rounded basin of the pond over-full with gold. I stepped down to the shore to watch the glorious closing of the day. The clouds had lifted nearly to the tops of the mountains, where their wings were still spread, feathering the sky with gray for far around; a few fallen plumes lying snowy white upon the[192] dark slopes of the lesser hills; then pouring down the hills into the pond, splashing over the gleaming mountains and up against the sky, burst the flood of golden light with indescribable glory.
“All ready,” said the guide, touching147 me on the arm, and I stepped into the bow of the canoe as he pushed quietly off. An Indian never moved with softer paddle, nor ever did a birch-bark canoe glide148 off with the ease of this one under the hand of John Eastman, as we moved along in the close shadows of the shore.
The light was passing, but the flush of color still lay on the lovely face of the water with a touch of warmth and life that seemed little less than joy; a serene149, but not a solemn joy, for there was too much girlish roundness and freshness to the countenance150 of the water, too much happiness in the little hills and woods that watched her, and in the jealous old mountain that frowned darkly down. Mine, too, were the eyes of a lover, and in my heart was the lover’s pain, for what had I to offer this eternal youth and loveliness?
The prow151 of the canoe swerved152 with a telling movement that sent my eyes quick to the shore,[193] to see a snow-shoe rabbit racing153 down a little cove28 hard at me, with something—a stir of alder154 leaves, a sound of long, leaping feet making off into the swamp—that had been pursuing him. It was probably a wildcat that had leaped and missed the rabbit and seen us from within his covert155. What lightning eyes and lightning legs, thus to leap and turn together! The rabbit had run almost to the canoe, and sat listening from behind a root at the edge of the water, ears straight up and body so tense with excitement that we nosed along close enough to touch him with a paddle before he had eyes and ears for us. Even then it was his twitching156, sensitive nose that warned him, for his keen ears caught no sound; and, floating down upon him thus, we must have looked to his innocent eyes as much like a log or a two-headed moose as like men.
Softly in and out with the narrow fret157 of shadow that hemmed158 the margin159 of the pond swam the gray canoe, a creature of the water, a very part of our creature selves, our amphibious body, the form we swam with before the hills were born. Brother to the muskrat160 and[194] the beaver161, I stemmed along, as much at home as they among the pickerel-weed and the cow-lilies, and leaving across the silvery patches of the open water as silent a wake as they.
Nothing could move across such silvery quiet without a trail. So stirless was the water that the wake of a feeding fish was visible a hundred yards away. Within the tarnished162 smooches of the lily-pads a muskrat might move about and not be seen; but not a trout163 could swirl164 close to the burnished165 surface of the open water without a ripple166 that ran whispering into every little inlet around the shore. The circle of the pond was almost perfect, so that I roved, at a glance, the whole curving shore-line, watching keenly for whatever might come down to feed or drink.
We came up to a patch of pickerel-weed and frightened a brood of half-grown sheldrakes that went rushing off across the water, kicking up a streak167 of suds and making a noise like the launching of a fleet of tiny ships. Heading into a little cove, we met a muskrat coming straight across our bows. A dip of the paddle sent us almost into her. A quicker dive she never made nor a more startling one, for the smack168 as she[195] struck the water jumped me half out of the canoe. Her head broke the surface a dozen yards beyond us, and we followed her into the mouth of a stream and on to a hummock169 into which she swam as a boat swims under a bridge, or more as a train runs into a tunnel, for an arching hole opened into the mound170, just above the level of the stream, through which she had glided171 out of sight. Hardly had she disappeared before she popped up again from deep under the mound, at the other side, and close to the canoe, starting back once more down-stream. She had dodged172 us. Her nose and eyes and ears were just above the water and a portion of her back; her bladelike tail was arched, its middle point, only, above the surface, its sheering, perpendicular173 edges doing duty as propeller174, keel, and rudder all at once.
As she made off the guide squeaked175 shrilly176 with his lips. Instantly she turned and came back, swimming round and round the canoe, trying to interpret the sounds, puzzled to know how they could come from the canoe, and fearing that something might be wrong inside the house. She dived to find out. By this time two[196] young ones had floated into the mouth of the tunnel, thinking their mother was calling them, blinking there in the soft light so close that I might have reached them with my hand. Satisfied that the family was in order, the old rat reappeared, and no amount of false squeaking177 would turn her back.
A few bends up the stream and we heard the sound of falling water at the beaver dam. Fresh work had been done on the dam; but we waited in vain for a sight of the workers. They would not go on with their building. One of the colony (there were not more than two families of them, I think) swam across the stream, and came swiftly down to within a few feet of us, when, scenting178 us, perhaps, he warped179 short about and vanished among the thick bushes that trailed from the bank of the stream.
A black duck came over, just above our heads, with wings whirring like small airplane propellers180, as she bore straight out toward the middle of the pond. We were passing a high place along the shore when a dark object, a mere spot of black, seemed to move off at the side of us against the white line of the pebbles,[197] and I found that I was already being sent silently toward it. My pulse quickened, for the thing moved very slowly; and behind it a lesser blur74 that also moved—very slowly; so deep was the darkness of the overhanging trees, however, that the nose of the canoe ploughed softly into the sand beside the creatures, and I had not made out the fat old porcupine, and, creeping a foot or two behind her, as if he might catch up by to-morrow, perhaps, the baby porky.
The old mother was feeding on bits of lily-pads washed up along the shore, picking them from among the stones with her paws as if she intended to finish her supper by to-morrow, perhaps, when her baby had covered the foot or two of space between them and caught up with her. She was so intent on this serious and deliberate business that she never looked up as I stopped beside her; she only grunted181 and chattered182 her teeth; but I disturbed the baby, apparently183, for he speeded up, and pretty soon came alongside his mother, who turned savagely184 upon him and told him to mind his manners, which he did by humping into a little heap, sticking his head down between two stones, and[198] raying the young quills185 out across his back in a fan of spines186. He didn’t budge187 for about five minutes. Then he hurried again—right up beside the old one—a thing so highly improper188 in porkypinedom, and so deleterious to porkypine health, that she turned and, with another growl189, humped her fat little porky again into a quiet and becoming bunch of quills. This time she read him a lecture on the “Whole Duty of Children.” It was in the porcupine-pig language, and her teeth clicked so that I am not sure I got it verbatim, but I think she said, quite distinctly:
“A child should always say what’s true,
And speak when he is spoken to,
And behave mannerly at table:
At least as far as he is able”—
for, seeing him so obediently and properly humped, she repented190 her of her severity and, reaching out with her left paw, picked up a nice, whole lily-pad and, turning half around, handed it to him as much as to say, “There, now; but chew it up very thoroughly191, as you did the handle of the carving-knife in the camp last night.”
[199]It was a sweet glimpse into the family life of the woods; and as the canoe backed off and turned again down-stream I was saying to myself:
“Every night my prayers I say,
And get my dinner every day,
And every day that I’ve been good
I get an orange after food”—
or a nice, round lily-pad.
The precious light was fading, and we had yet more than half the magic circle of the shore to round. As we passed out into the pond again a flock of roosting blackbirds whirred noisily from the “pucker-brush,” or sweet-gale bushes, frightened by the squeal192 of the bushes against the sides of the canoe; and hardly had their whirring ceased when, ahead of me, his head up, his splendid antlers tipped with fire, stood a magnificent buck193. He had heard the birds, or had scented194 us, and, whirling in his tracks, curiosity, defiance195, and alarm in every line of his tense, tawny196 body, stood for one eternal instant in my eye, when, shaking off his amazement197, he turned and, bounding over the sweet-gale and alders198, went crashing into the swamp.
[200]I had neither camera nor gun; but, better than both, I had eyes—not such good eyes as John Eastman’s, for he could see in the dark—but mine with my spectacles were better than a camera; for mine are a moving-picture theater—screen, film, machine, and camera, all behind my spectacles, and this glorious creature for the picture, with the dark hills beyond, the meadowy margin of the pond in the foreground, and over the buck, and the pond, and the dark green hills, and over me a twilight that never was nor ever can be thrown upon a screen!
I had come into the wilds of Maine without so much as a fish-line—though I have fished months of my life away, and am not unwilling199 to fish away a considerable portion of whatever time may still be left me. But am I not able, in these later days, to spend my time “in the solitude of this vast wilderness200 with other employments than, these,—employments perfectly201 sweet and innocent and ennobling? For one that comes with a pencil to sketch202 or sing, a thousand come with an axe203 or rifle. What a coarse and imperfect use Indians and hunters make of Nature!... Strange that so few ever[201] come to the woods to see how the pine lives and grows and spires204, lifting its evergreen205 arms to the light,—to see its perfect success; but most are content to behold206 it in the shape of many broad boards brought to market, and deem that its true success!... Every creature is better alive than dead, men and moose and pine trees, and he who understands it aright will rather preserve its life than destroy it.”
Thoreau did not teach me that truth, for every lover of life discovers it himself; but how long before me it was that he found it out, and how many other things besides it he found out here in the big woods! Three-quarters of a century ago he camped on Katahdin, and on Chesuncook, and down the Allegash; but now he camps wherever a tent is pitched or a fire is lighted in the woods of Maine. His name is on the tongue of every forest tree, and on every water; and over every carry at twilight may be seen his gray canoe and Indian guide.
And I wonder, a century hence, who will camp here where I am camping, and here discover again the woods of Maine? For the native shall return. And as “every creature is better alive[202] than dead, man and moose and pine tree”; and as “he who understands it aright will rather preserve his life than destroy it” so shall he seek his healing here.
The light had gone out of the sky. It was after nine o’clock. A deep purple had flowed in and filled the basin of the pond, thickening about its margins207 till nothing but the long chalk-marks of the birches showed double along the shore. The high, inverted208 cone209 of Spencer stood just in front of the canoe as we headed out across the pond toward the camp, its shadow and its substance only faint suggestions now, for all things had turned to shadow, the solid substance of the day having been dissolved in this purple flood and poured into the beaker of the night. A moose “barked” off on a marshy210 point near the dam behind us; a loon211 went laughing over, shaking the hollow sides of Spencer and all the echoing walls of the woods with his weird212 and mirthless cry. Against the black base of the mountain a faint bluish cloud appeared—the smoke of our camp-fire that, slowly sinking through the heavy air, spread out to meet us over the hushed and sleeping pond.
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