Letters from an American Farmer eBook

Jean de Crèvecoeur
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 265 pages of information about Letters from an American Farmer.

Letters from an American Farmer eBook

Jean de Crèvecoeur
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 265 pages of information about Letters from an American Farmer.
whole attention:  my eyes were involuntarily directed to the horizontal line of that watery surface, which is ever in motion, and ever threatening destruction to these shores.  My ears were stunned with the roar of its waves rolling one over the other, as if impelled by a superior force to overwhelm the spot on which I stood.  My nostrils involuntarily inhaled the saline vapours which arose from the dispersed particles of the foaming billows, or from the weeds scattered on the shores.  My mind suggested a thousand vague reflections, pleasing in the hour of their spontaneous birth, but now half forgot, and all indistinct:  and who is the landman that can behold without affright so singular an element, which by its impetuosity seems to be the destroyer of this poor planet, yet at particular times accumulates the scattered fragments and produces islands and continents fit for men to dwell on!  Who can observe the regular vicissitudes of its waters without astonishment; now swelling themselves in order to penetrate through every river and opening, and thereby facilitate navigation; at other times retiring from the shores, to permit man to collect that variety of shell fish which is the support of the poor?  Who can see the storms of wind, blowing sometimes with an impetuosity sufficiently strong even to move the earth, without feeling himself affected beyond the sphere of common ideas?  Can this wind which but a few days ago refreshed our American fields, and cooled us in the shade, be the same element which now and then so powerfully convulses the waters of the sea, dismasts vessels, causes so many shipwrecks, and such extensive desolations?  How diminutive does a man appear to himself when filled with these thoughts, and standing as I did on the verge of the ocean!  This family lived entirely by fishing, for the plough has not dared yet to disturb the parched surface of the neighbouring plain; and to what purpose could this operation be performed!  Where is it that mankind will not find safety, peace, and abundance, with freedom and civil happiness?  Nothing was wanting here to make this a most philosophical retreat, but a few ancient trees, to shelter contemplation in its beloved solitude.  There I saw a numerous family of children of various ages--the blessings of an early marriage; they were ruddy as the cherry, healthy as the fish they lived on, hardy as the pine knots:  the eldest were already able to encounter the boisterous waves, and shuddered not at their approach; early initiating themselves in the mysteries of that seafaring career, for which they were all intended:  the younger, timid as yet, on the edge of a less agitated pool, were teaching themselves with nut-shells and pieces of wood, in imitation of boats, how to navigate in a future day the larger vessels of their father, through a rougher and deeper ocean.  I stayed two days there on purpose to become acquainted with the different branches of their economy, and their manner of living in this singular retreat.  The
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