"Who hath lain alone to hear the wild goose cry?"
About once in so often you are due to lie awake at night. Why this is so I have never been able to discover. It apparently1 comes from no predisposing uneasiness of indigestion, no rashness in the matter of too much tea or tobacco, no excitation of unusual incident or stimulating2 conversation. In fact, you turn in with the expectation of rather a good night's rest. Almost at once the little noises of the forest grow larger, blend in the hollow bigness of the first drowse; your thoughts drift idly back and forth3 between reality and dream; when--_snap!_--you are broad awake!
Perhaps the reservoir of your vital forces is full to the overflow4 of a little waste; or perhaps, more subtly, the great Mother insists thus that you enter the temple of her larger mysteries.
For, unlike mere5 insomnia6, lying awake at night in the woods is pleasant. The eager, nervous straining for sleep gives way to a delicious indifference7. You do not care. Your mind is cradled in an exquisite8 poppy-suspension of judgment9 and of thought. Impressions slip vaguely10 into your consciousness and as vaguely out again. Sometimes they stand stark11 and naked for your inspection12; sometimes they lose themselves in the midst of half-sleep. Always they lay soft velvet13 fingers on the drowsy14 imagination, so that in their caressing15 you feel the vaster spaces from which they have come. Peaceful-brooding your faculties16 receive. Hearing, sight, smell--all are preternaturally keen to whatever of sound and sight and woods perfume is abroad through the night; and yet at the same time active appreciation17 dozes18, so these things lie on it sweet and cloying19 like fallen rose leaves.
In such circumstance you will hear what the _voyageurs_ call the voices of the rapids. Many people never hear them at all. They speak very soft and low and distinct beneath the steady roar and dashing, beneath even the lesser20 tinklings and gurglings whose quality superimposes them over the louder sounds. They are like the tear-forms swimming across the field of vision, which disappear so quickly when you concentrate your sight to look at them, and which reappear so magically when again your gaze turns vacant. In the stillness of your hazy21 half-consciousness they speak; when you bend your attention to listen, they are gone, and only the tumults22 and the tinklings remain.
But in the moments of their audibility they are very distinct. Just as often an odour will wake all a vanished memory, so these voices, by the force of a large impressionism, suggest whole scenes. Far off are the cling-clang-cling of chimes and the swell-and-fall murmur23 of a multitude _en fete_, so that subtly you feel the gray old town, with its walls, the crowded marketplace, the decent peasant crowd, the booths, the mellow24 church building with its bells, the warm, dust-moted sun. Or, in the pauses between the swish-dash-dashings of the waters, sound faint and clear voices singing intermittently25, calls, distant notes of laughter, as though many canoes were working against the current; only the flotilla never gets any nearer, nor the voices louder. The _voyageurs_ call these mist people the Huntsmen, and look frightened. To each is his vision, according to his experience. The nations of the earth whisper to their exiled sons through the voices of the rapids. Curiously26 enough, by all reports, they suggest always peaceful scenes--a harvest field, a street fair, a Sunday morning in a cathedral town, careless travellers--never the turmoils27 and struggles. Perhaps this is the great Mother's compensation in a harsh mode of life.
Nothing is more fantastically unreal to tell about, nothing more concretely real to experience, than this undernote of the quick water. And when you do lie awake at night, it is always making its unobtrusive appeal. Gradually its hypnotic spell works. The distant chimes ring louder and nearer as you cross the borderland of sleep. And then outside the tent some little woods noise snaps the thread. An owl28 hoots29, a whippoorwill cries, a twig30 cracks beneath the cautious prowl of some night creature--at once the yellow sunlit French meadows puff31 away--you are staring at the blurred32 image of the moon spraying through the texture33 of your tent.
The voices of the rapids have dropped into the background, as have the dashing noises of the stream. Through the forest is a great silence, but no stillness at all. The whippoorwill swings down and up the short curve of his regular song; over and over an owl says his rapid _whoo_, _whoo_, _whoo_. These, with the ceaseless dash of the rapids, are the web on which the night traces her more delicate embroideries34 of the unexpected. Distant crashes, single and impressive; stealthy footsteps near at hand; the subdued35 scratching of claws; a faint _sniff! sniff36! sniff!_ of inquiry37; the sudden clear tin-horn _ko-ko-ko-oh_ of the little owl; the mournful, long-drawn-out cry of the loon38, instinct with the spirit of loneliness; the ethereal call-note of the birds of passage high in the air; a _patter_, _patter_, _patter_ among the dead leaves, immediately stilled; and then at the last, from the thicket39 close at hand, the beautiful silver purity of the white-throated sparrow--the nightingale of the North--trembling with the ecstasy40 of beauty, as though a shimmering41 moonbeam had turned to sound; and all the while the blurred figure of the moon mounting to the ridge-line of your tent--these things combine subtly, until at last the great Silence of which they are a part overarches the night and draws you forth to contemplation.
No beverage42 is more grateful than the cup of spring water you drink at such a time; no moment more refreshing43 than that in which you look about you at the darkened forest. You have cast from you with the warm blanket the drowsiness44 of dreams. A coolness, physical and spiritual, bathes you from head to foot. All your senses are keyed to the last vibrations45. You hear the littler night prowlers, you glimpse the greater. A faint, searching woods perfume of dampness greets your nostrils46. And somehow, mysteriously, in a manner not to be understood, the forces of the world seem in suspense47, as though a touch might crystallize infinite possibilities into infinite power and motion. But the touch lacks. The forces hover48 on the edge of action, unheeding the little noises. In all humbleness49 and awe50, you are a dweller51 of the Silent Places.
At such a time you will meet with adventures. One night we put fourteen inquisitive52 porcupines53 out of camp. Near M'Gregor's Bay I discovered in the large grass park of my camp-site nine deer, cropping the herbage like so many beautiful ghosts. A friend tells me of a fawn54 that every night used to sleep outside his tent and within a foot of his head, probably by way of protection against wolves. Its mother had in all likelihood been killed. The instant my friend moved toward the tent opening the little creature would disappear, and it was always gone by earliest daylight. Nocturnal bears in search of pork are not uncommon55. But even though your interest meets nothing but the bats and the woods shadows and the stars, that few moments of the sleeping world forces is a psychical56 experience to be gained in no other way. You cannot know the night by sitting up; she will sit up with you. Only by coming into her presence from the borders of sleep can you meet her face to face in her intimate mood.
The night wind from the river, or from the open spaces of the wilds, chills you after a time. You begin to think of your blankets. In a few moments you roll yourself in their soft wool. Instantly it is morning.
And, strange to say, you have not to pay by going through the day unrefreshed. You may feel like turning in at eight instead of nine, and you may fall asleep with unusual promptitude, but your journey will begin clear-headedly, proceed springily, and end with much in reserve. No languor57, no dull headache, no exhaustion58, follows your experience. For this once your two hours of sleep have been as effective as nine.
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