What is a country without rabbits and partridges? They are among the most simple and indigenous animal products; ancient and venerable families known to antiquity as to modern times;
He is descriptive when talking about rabbits and partridges, almost as if he admires them for being exactly what they are. Wild animals free roaming
ll against him. At length, having come up fifty rods off, he uttered one of those prolonged howls, as if calling on the god of loons to aid him, and immediately there came a wind from the east and rippled the surface, and filled the whole air with misty rain, and I was impressed as if it were the prayer of the loon answered, and his god was angry with me; and so I left him disappearing far away on the tumultuous
He seemed as though he was getting closer to catching the loon, but the loon prayed for help even after toying with him. He felt the gods angry and decided to let the loon go and disappear. To me that is big of him,
within a few rods. If I endeavored to overtake him in a boat, in order to see how he would manœuvre, he would dive and be completely lost, so that I did not discover him again, sometimes, till the latter part of the day. But I was more than a match for him on the surface. He commonly went
Hes playing a game here. The loon is taunting him. He seems like he is no match for this quick, smart bird.
ee. Every day or two I strolled to the village to hear some of the gossip which is incessantly going on there, circulating either from mouth to mouth, or from newspaper to newspaper, and which, taken in homœopathic doses, was really as refresh
I get the impression he enjoys going into town and in small doses, enjoys listening to the gossip stirring about the town, he sees it as therapeutic in small quantities.
, swimming across one of its coves for a stint, and washed the dust of labor from my person, or smoothed out the last wrinkle which study had made, and for theafternoon was absolutely f
swimming seemed like his way to decompress. To wash worry and stresses away, to be free.
k. As I had little aid from horses or cattle, or hired men or boys, or improved implements of husbandry, I was much slower, and became much more intimate with my beans than
He enjoys doing the work himself. He seems proud of the work he does. He is connected to his work, unlike nowadays, we have tractors and machines working with crops. It reminds me of local farmers, who take pride in their gardens.
, I knew not. I came to love my rows, my beans, though so many more than I wanted. They attached me to the earth, and so I got strength like Antæ
He feels grounded, loving what he does, tending to his plants.
My house was on the side of a hill, immediately on the edge of the larger wood, in the midst of a young forest of pitch pines and hickories, and half a dozen rods from the pond, to which a narrow footpath led down the hill. In my front yard grew the strawberry, blackberry, and life-everlasting, johnswort and goldenrod, shrub-oaks and sand-cherry, blueberry and groundnut.
His use of description is wonderful. I can picture this beautiful home with his berry bushes growing in the yard. It sounds like a fairy tale home.
When my floor was dirty, I rose early, and, setting all my furniture out of doors on the grass, bed and bedstead making but one budget, dashed water on the floor, and sprinkled white sand from the pond on it, and then with a broom sc
He uses housework and a way of therapy, or perhaps he liked order, and routine. Things not out of place.
. It was worth the while to see the sun shine on these things, and hear the free wind blow on them; so much more interesting most familiar objects look out of
He really paints the picture with how he describes the sunshine, and the wind blowing.
broad margin to my life. Sometimes, in a summer morning, having taken my accustomed bath, I sat in my sunny doorway from sunrise till noon, rapt in a revery, amidst the pines and hickories and sumachs, in undisturbed solitude and stillness, while the birds sing around or flitted noiseless through the house, until by the sun falling in at my west window, or the noise of some traveller’s wagon on the distant highway, I was reminded of the lapse
I think he is talking sitting in his doorway looking out upon his surroundings, taking it all in; Daydreaming.
To anticipate, not the sunrise and the dawn merely, but, if possible, Nature herself! How many mornings, summer and winter, before yet any neighbor was stirring about his business, have I been about mine!
He sounds like he is talking about time is passing, the beautiful morning and the seasons changing while he has been wrapped up in life.
with our own private opinion. What a man thinks of himself, that it is which determines, or
It is so true what he says here. It matters only what we think of ourselves, not what others think of us. We make our own drive and choices to succeed.
Some of you, we all know, are poor, find it hard to live, are sometimes, as it were, gasping for breath.
I think he speak the truth about our society, and how it is related to lower and middle class. The cost of living is high, and we all want beautiful things in life, making it difficult to live at that stature.
ated in the market. He has no time to be anything but a machine
He correlates the working man to not having any time or feelings. That of a machine, which is cold and calculated. A machine, is a nonliving man made creation, meant to work.
the bulk of them, I lived alone, in the woods, a mile from any neighbor, in a house which I had built myself, on the shore of Walden Pond, in Concord, Massachusetts, and earned my living by the labor of my hands only. I lived there two years and two months.
He sounds like he likes solitude and being alone. Like he takes pride in doing things by himself