Winter Sunshine eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 218 pages of information about Winter Sunshine.

Winter Sunshine eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 218 pages of information about Winter Sunshine.

Then, again, how annoying to be told it is only five miles to the next place when it is really eight or ten!  We fall short nearly half the distance, and are compelled to urge and roll the spent ball the rest of the way.  In such a case walking degenerates from a fine art to a mechanic art; we walk merely; to get over the ground becomes the one serious and engrossing thought; whereas success in walking is not to let your right foot know what your left foot doeth.  Your heart must furnish such music that in keeping time to it your feet will carry you around the globe without knowing it.  The walker I would describe takes no note of distance; his walk is a sally, a bonmot, an unspoken jeu d’esprit; the ground is his butt, his provocation; it furnishes him the resistance his body craves; he rebounds upon it, he glances off and returns again, and uses it gayly as his tool.

I do not think I exaggerate the importance or the charms of pedestrianism, or our need as a people to cultivate the art.  I think it would tend to soften the national manners, to teach us the meaning of leisure, to acquaint us with the charms of the open air, to strengthen and foster the tie between the race and the land.  No one else looks out upon the world so kindly and charitably as the pedestrian; no one else gives and takes so much from the country he passes through.  Next to the laborer in the fields, the walker holds the closest relation to the soil; and he holds a closer and more vital relation to nature because he is freer and his mind more at leisure.

Man takes root at his feet, and at best he is no more than a potted plant in his house or carriage till he has established communication with the soil by the loving and magnetic touch of his soles to it.  Then the tie of association is born; then spring those invisible fibres and rootlets through which character comes to smack of the soil, and which make a man kindred to the spot of earth he inhabits.

The roads and paths you have walked along in summer and winter weather, the fields and hills which you have looked upon in lightness and gladness of heart, where fresh thoughts have come into your mind, or some noble prospect has opened before you, and especially the quiet ways where you have walked in sweet converse with your friend, pausing under the trees, drinking at the spring,—­henceforth they are not the same; a new charm is added; those thoughts spring there perennial, your friend walks there forever.

We have produced some good walkers and saunderers, and some noted climbers; but as a staple recreation, as a daily practice, the mass of the people dislike and despise walking.  Thoreau said he was a good horse, but a poor roadster.  I chant the virtues of the roadster as well.  I sing of the sweetness of gravel, good sharp quartz-grit.  It is the proper condiment for the sterner seasons, and many a human gizzard would be cured of half its ills by a suitable daily allowance of it.  I think Thoreau himself would have profited immensely by it.  His diet was too exclusively vegetable.  A man cannot live on grass alone.  If one has been a lotus-eater all summer, he must turn gravel-eater in the fall and winter.  Those who have tried it know that gravel possesses an equal though an opposite charm.

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