Little Rivers; a book of essays in profitable idleness eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 209 pages of information about Little Rivers; a book of essays in profitable idleness.

Little Rivers; a book of essays in profitable idleness eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 209 pages of information about Little Rivers; a book of essays in profitable idleness.

     ‘Parvula, pumilio, [Greek text omitted], tota merum sal.’”

Now in talking about women it is prudent to disguise a prejudice like this, in the security of a dead language, and to intrench it behind a fortress of reputable authority.  But in lowlier and less dangerous matters, such as we are now concerned with, one may dare to speak in plain English.  I am all for the little rivers.  Let those who will, chant in heroic verse the renown of Amazon and Mississippi and Niagara, but my prose shall flow—­or straggle along at such a pace as the prosaic muse may grant me to attain—­in praise of Beaverkill and Neversink and Swiftwater, of Saranac and Raquette and Ausable, of Allegash and Aroostook and Moose River.  “Whene’er I take my walks abroad,” it shall be to trace the clear Rauma from its rise on the fjeld to its rest in the fjord; or to follow the Ericht and the Halladale through the heather.  The Ziller and the Salzach shall be my guides through the Tyrol; the Rotha and the Dove shall lead me into the heart of England.  My sacrificial flames shall be kindled with birch-bark along the wooded stillwaters of the Penobscot and the Peribonca, and my libations drawn from the pure current of the Ristigouche and the Ampersand, and my altar of remembrance shall rise upon the rocks beside the falls of Seboomok.

I will set my affections upon rivers that are not too great for intimacy.  And if by chance any of these little ones have also become famous, like the Tweed and the Thames and the Arno, I at least will praise them, because they are still at heart little rivers.

If an open fire is, as Charles Dudley Warner says, the eye of a room; then surely a little river may be called the mouth, the most expressive feature, of a landscape.  It animates and enlivens the whole scene.  Even a railway journey becomes tolerable when the track follows the course of a running stream.

What charming glimpses you catch from the window as the train winds along the valley of the French Broad from Asheville, or climbs the southern Catskills beside the Aesopus, or slides down the Pusterthal with the Rienz, or follows the Glommen and the Gula from Christiania to Throndhjem.  Here is a mill with its dripping, lazy wheel, the type of somnolent industry; and there is a white cascade, foaming in silent pantomime as the train clatters by; and here is a long, still pool with the cows standing knee-deep in the water and swinging their tails in calm indifference to the passing world; and there is a lone fisherman sitting upon a rock, rapt in contemplation of the point of his rod.  For a moment you become a partner of his tranquil enterprise.  You turn around, you crane your neck to get the last sight of his motionless angle.  You do not know what kind of fish he expects to catch, nor what species of bait he is using, but at least you pray that he may have a bite before the train swings around the next curve.  And if perchance your wish is granted, and you see him gravely draw some unknown, reluctant, shining reward of patience from the water, you feel like swinging your hat from the window and crying out “Good luck!”

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