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PREFACE,
Tue following notes contain, in a journal form, the sim- ple record of those little events which make up the course of the seasons in rural life, and were commenced two years since, in the spring of 1848, for the writer’s amusement. In wandering about the fields, during a long, unbroken residence in the country, one naturally gleans many tri- fling observations on rustic matters, which are afterward remembered with pleasure by the fire-side, and gladly shared, perhaps, with one’s friends. The following pages, therefore, are offered to the reader more from the interest of the subject, than from any merit of their own. They make no claim whatever to scientific knowledge, but it is hoped that they will be found free from great inaccura- cies; and we may add, that they were written at least in perfect good faith, all the trifling incidents alluded to having occurred as they are recorded.
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honored Hooker, love the country, “‘ where we may see God’s blessings spring out of the earth,’? some little re- luctance with which it has been printed will be more
than repaid to the writer.
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LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.
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Saturday, March 4th.—Everything about us looks thoroughly wintry still, and fresh snow lies on the ground to the depth of a foot. One quite enjoys the sleighing, however, as there was very little last month. Drove several miles down the valley this morn- ing inthe teeth of a sharp wind, and flurries of snow, but after facing the cold bravely, one brings home a sort of virtuous glow which is not to be picked up by cowering over the fireside ; it is with this as with more important matters, the effort brings its own reward. ,
Tuesday, Tth.—Milder ; thawing. Walking near the river this afternoon, we saw a party of wild ducks flyimg northward; some few of these birds remain here all winter, but they are seldom observed except by the sportsman; these were the first we had seen for several months. In the spring and autumn, when so many of the different varieties are passing to and fro, they are common enough. ‘Three large waterfowl also passed along in the same direction ; we believed them to be loons; they were in sight only for a moment, owing to the trees above us, but we heard a
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early for loons, however, and we may have been deceived. They usually appear about the first of April, remaining with us through the summer and autumn, until late in December, when they go to the sea-shore ; many winter about Long Island, many more in the Chesapeake. Not long since we saw one of these birds of un- usual size, weighing nineteen pounds ; it had been caught in Seneca Lake on the hook of what fishermen call a set-line, dropped to the ‘depth of ninety-five feet, the bird having dived that distance to reach the bait. Several others have been caught in the same man- ner in Seneca Lake upon lines sunk from eighty to one hundred feet. It may be doubted if any other feathered thing goes so far beneath the water. There is however another, and a much smaller bird, the Dipper, or ousel, which is still more at home in the water than the loon, and that without being web-footed, but it is prob- ably less of a diver. The Dipper must indeed be a very singu- lar bird; instead of swimming on the surface of the water like ducks and geese, or beneath like the loons, or wading along the shores like many of the long-legged coast tribes, it actually runs or flies about at will over gravelly beds of mountain streams. Mr. Charles Buonaparte mentions having frequently watched them among the brooks of the Alps and Apennines, where ‘they are found singly, or in pairs, haunting torrents and cataracts with perfect impunity, or running hither and thither along the stony bottom of more quiet streams. They cannot swim, however ; and they drop suddenly into the water from above, or at times they walk leisurely in from the bank, flying as it were beneath the sur- face, moving with distended wings. Their nests are said to be » usually built on some point projecting over a mountain stream,
either in a tree, or upon a rock; and the young, when alarmed,
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instantly drop into the water below, for safety. They are not common birds even in their native haunts, but wild and solitary creatures, smaller than our robin, and of a dark, grave plumage. Until lately the Dipper was supposed to be unknown on this con- tinent, but more recently it has been discovered at several differ- ent points in our part of the world, frequenting, as in Europe, wild lakes and rocky streams of limpid water. The American bird differs slightly in some of its markings, from those of the Eastern continent.
Wednesday, 8th.—Very pleasant day; quite spring-like. ‘The snow is melting fast. Spring in the air, in the light, and in the sky, although the earth is yet unconscious of its approach. We have weather as mild as this in December, but there is something in the fulness and softness of the light beaming in the sky this morning which tells of spring,—the early dawn before the sum- mer day. A little downy woodpecker and a bluejay were running about the apple-trees hunting for insects ; we watched them awhile with interest, for few birds are seen here during the winter. It is true neither the downy woodpecker nor the jay leaves this part of the country ; both remain here during the cold weather, but they are inactive, seldom roving abroad.
Thursday, 9th.—Winter again; the woods are powdered with snow this morning, and every twig is cased in glittering frost- work. The pines inthe churchyard are very beautiful—hung with heavy wreaths of snow; but it is thawing fast, and before night they will be quite green again. This effect of the snow lodging on the trees is much less. frequent than one might suppose in our highland climate; it is seldom found to last more than a few
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it scarcely occurs half a dozen times in the course of a winter: and it is the same with the hoar-frost on the branches, which is by no means so common a spectacle as a Cockney might fancy. ‘This morning both these specimens of winter’s handiwork are united, and the effect is very fine, though it looks as if sprmg might yet be a hundred years off.
Friday, 10th—A bunch of ten partridges brought to the house ; they are occasionally offered singly, or a brace or two at a time, but ten are a much larger number than are often seen together. Last autumn we frequently came upon these birds in the woods—they were probably more numerous than usual. Sev- eral times they even found their way down into the village, which we have never known them to do before; once they were sur- prised in the churchyard, and twice they were found feeding among the refuse of our own garden.
When this valley was first peopled by the whites, quails were also found here in abundance, among the common game-birds of the: region, but they have now abandoned us entirely ; one never hears of them, and it is said that they soon disappeared after the coun- try had been cleared. This is not according to their usual habits, for generally they are found to prefer the farm lands to the forest, feeding on different kinds of grain, building about fences, and rarely resorting to the woods. In some of the oldest parts of the country they are quite common, and so familiar, that in winter they will occasionally mingle with the poultry in the barn-yard. Instead of fearmg the advance of civilization, they would delight in it, were it not for the sportsman’s gun. It is true that in this county we approach the northern limits of the quail, for they are
found from Iienduras to Massachusetts only; our Partridge or
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Pheasant, or Ruffed Grouse, as we should rather call it, is a more hardy bird, partial to mountains and wooded countries, and found as far north as Hudson’s Bay.
Saturday, 11th.—Very pleasant. Walking on the skirts of the
village this afternoon, we came to a fence blown down by some _
winter storm, and stepping over it strolled about the fields awhile, the first time we had walked off the beaten track since November. We were obliged to cross several snow banks, but had the pleas- ure at least of treading the brown earth again, and remembering that in a few short weeks the sward will be fresh and green once more. <A disappomtment awaited us—several noble pines, old friends and favorites, had been felled unknown to us during the winter; unsightly stumps and piles of chips were all that re- mained where those fine trees had so long waved their evergreen arms. Their fall seemed to have quite changed the character of the neighboring fields ; for it often lies within the power of a sin- gle group of trees to alter the whole aspect of acres of surround- ing: lands.
Wednesday, 15th.—Unusually cold for the season, the ther- mometer having fallen last night to six below zero. Half-cloudy day ; wind from the north.
Thursday, 16th.—The cold still continues; ten degrees below zero lastnight! This would be thought very severe at midwinter.
Friday, 17th.—Severely cold night, thermometer seven below zero. Happily, it is now growing milder; the mercury above zero this evening.
Saturday, 18th.—Spring weather again, quite pleasant to-day. Thermometer forty-six, the mercury having risen some forty de-
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Long walk of several miles on the lake. We fancied the waters impatient to be free: there was a constant succession of dull, rumbling, and groaning sounds beneath our feet, as we passed over the ice, so much so as to disturb our four-footed companion not a little. Dogs are often uneasy on the ice, especially when they first set out; they do not like the noise from below; but there was no danger whatever this morning. The crust is still eight or ten inches thick, and must have been much strengthened by the last severe weather. A number of sleighs and cutters were glid- ing about, several of the last driven by children, and well loaded with little people making the most of the last snow.
It was thawing in the village, and the streets were muddy ; but on the lake the snow scarcely yielded at all, the ice making a climate of its own. We enjoyed the walk very much ; it is par- ticularly pleasant to wander about at will over so broad a field, confined to no track, and without an obstacle to arrest one’s pro- gress, all which gives a freedom to these walks upon the lake, be- yond what we are accustomed to on terra firma, where roads, and fences, and bridges must be consulted at every turn.
Monday, 20th.—Passing beneath some maples this afternoon, we observed several with small icicles hanging from their lower branches, although there was neither ice nor snow on the adjoin- ing trees; we broke one off, and it proved to be congealed sap, which had exuded from the branch and frozen there during the night——natural sugar candy, as it were, growing on the tree. These little icicles were quite transparent and sweetish, like eau sucree. At this season, the sap very frequently moistens the trunk and limbs of sugar maples very plentifully, in spots where
there is some crevice through which it makes its way ; one often
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sees it dropping from the branches, and probably the Indians first discovered its sweetness from this habit. One would think that the loss of so much sap would necessarily injure the trees ; but it is not so; they remain perfectly healthy, after yielding every spring, gallons of the fluid.
Wednesday, 22d.—A thunder-shower last night, by way of keeping the equinox, and this morning, to the joy of the whole community, the arrival of the robins is proclaimed. It is one of the great events of the year for us, is the return of the robins , we have been on the watch for them these ten days, as they gen- erally come between the fifteenth and twenty-first of the month, and now most persons you meet, old and young, great and small, have something to say about them. No sooner is one of these first-comers seen by some member of a family, than the fact is proclaimed through the house; children run in to tell their pa- rents, “The robins have come!” Grandfathers and grandmoth- ers put on their spectacles and step to the windows to look at the robins ; and you hear neighbors gravely mquirmg of each other : “ Have you seen the robins ?”—* Have you heard the robins?” There is no other bird whose return is so generally noticed, and for several days their movements are watched with no little inter- est, as they run about the ground, or perch on the leafless trees. It was last night just as the shutters were closed that they were heard about the doors, and we ran out to listen to their first greet- ing, but it was too dark to see them. This morning, however, they were found in their native apple-trees, and a hearty welcome we gave the honest creatures. ;
Thursday, 23d.—The snow is going at last; the country has
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world; broad openings of brown earth are seen everywhere, in the fields and on the hill-sides. The roads are deep with mud; the stage-coaches are ten and eleven hours coming the twenty- two miles over the hills, from the railroad north of us.
The Phoebe birds have arrived as well as the robs. In many parts of the country, their return is looked upon as the signal for beginning to make garden, but that would not do here; there is too much frost in the ground for the spade. They are making hot-beds, however, in spite of the snow banks still lymg in many gardens ; early lettuce and radishes are raised im this way, and both melons and tomatoes require to be helped forward by the same process to ripen their fruits thoroughly in this highland re- gion. ‘There is a sort of tradition in the village, that the climate has undergone a degree of change since the arrival of the first colonists; the springs are said to have become more uncertain, and the summers less warm ; so say elderly people who knew the place forty years since. The same remark is frequently heard, also, in settlements of about the same date as this, on the St. Law- rence, and the Genesee. But there may be some self-deception in the case, for we are naturally more apt to feel the frost of to- day, than that of last year, and memory may very possibly have softened the climate to those who look back from age to youth, There seems, however, some positive foundation for the assertion, since it is a fact well known, that fruits which succeeded here for- merly, are now seldom ripened. Water-melons were raised here without hot-beds forty years since, and a thriving little vineyard existed on the’same spot where the grapes have been cut. off by frost every season for the last ten years.
friday, 24th.—The first plant that shows the influence of the
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changing season in this part of the country, is very little like the delicate snow-drop, or the fragrant violet of other lands. Long before the earliest trees are in bud, or the grass shows the faintest tinge of green, the dark spathe of the skunk-cabbage makes its way in the midst of snow and ice. It is singular that at a mo- ment when the soil generally is frost-bound, any plant should find out that spring is at hand; but toward the close of F ebruary, or beginning of March, the skunk-cabbage makes a good guess at the time of the year, and comes up in marshy spots, on the banks of ponds and streams. With us it is almost a winter plant. The dark spathe or sheath is quite handsome, variegated, when young, with purple, light green, and yellow ; within it grows the spadix, not unlike a miniature pme-apple in shape and color, and covered with little protuberances, from each of which opens a purple flower. Although a very common plant, many persons familiar with its broad glossy leaves in summer, have never seen the flower, and have no idea how early it blossoms. Its strong, offensive odor is better known; an American botanist has observed, that “it is ex- ceedingly meritorious of the name it bears ;” but this seems too severe, since a harsher thing could not well be said of a plant. In the neighborhood of the village, it has been up these three weeks, but the flowers open slowly.
Saturday, 25th.—High wind from the south this evening ; our highest winds are generally from the southward. The withered leaves of last autumn are whirling, and flying over the blighted grass of the lawns, and about the roots of the naked trees—a dance of death, as it were, in honor of winter as he passes away.
Monday, 27th—A. flock of wild pigeons wheeling beautifully over the mountain this afternoon. We have had but few this
18 | RURAL HOURS. spring; there is a great difference in the numbers which visit us from year to year; some seasons they are still very numerous, large flocks passing over the valley morning and evening as they go out from their general breeding-place in quest of food. Some few years ago they selected a wood on a hill, about twenty miles from us, for their spring encampment, making as usual great havoc among the trees and bushes about them; at that time they passed over the valley in its length, large unbroken flocks several miles in extent succeeding each other. There have not been so many here since that season. But the numbers we saw then were nothing to the throngs that visited the valley annually in its earliest history, actually darkening the air as they swept along. It seems their nature to fly rather low, but they have grown more wily now, and often take a high flight ; frequently, however, they just graze the hill-tops, and the sportsmen, after observing their usual course of flight morning and evening, go out and station themselves on some hill, shooting the birds as they pass over their heads. ‘The young, or squabs, as they are called, are in great request as a delicacy in spring; they are very tender, of course, and generally very plump, for the little creatures begin to fatten the moment they break through the shell, and are soon in good order. They are not thought very healthy food, however, when eaten repeatedly in guccession. There is a tradition that the Indians, at the time of the year when they lived chiefly on these birds, were not in a healthy condition.
Tuesday, 28th.—The great final spring thaw going on. Our winter deluge of snow is sinking into the earth, softening her bosom for the labors of the husbandman, or running off into the
swollen streams, toward the sea. Cloudy sky with mist on the
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hills, in which the pines look nobly; the older trees especially, half revealed, half shrouded, seem giant phantoms, standing about the hill-sides. The simple note of the robin is heard through the gloom—a cheering sound in these dull hours ; perched on the top- most boughs of the trees, they are taking an observation, looking out for a convenient building notch.
Wednesday, 29th.—Lovely day; soft clear sunshine, and de- lightful air from the west playing in the leafless branches, and among the green threads of the pine foliage. It is not surprising that the pines, when they
‘* Wake up into song, Shaking their choral locks,” should make more melody than other trees; the long slender leaves are quivering in the breeze this afternoon like the strings of an instrument, but they are so minute that at a little distance we only remark the general movement of the tufted branches.
The whole country is brown again, save here and there a nar- row line of snow under some fence on the hills, or a patch mark- ing a drift which all the storms of winter have helped to pile up.
Nothing can look more dismal than the lake just now; its sur- face is neither snow, ice, nor water, but a dull crust which gives it a sullen expression quite out of character with the landscape generally, such a day as this; the sun is warming the brown hills, the old pmes, and hemlocks with a spring glow after their long chill, but not a smile can be drawn from the lake which grows more dark and gloomy every hour. As if to show us what we lose, there is just one corner open near the outlet, and it is beau- tiful in blended shades of coloring, Tose and blue, clear and soft, as the eye of Spring.
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Our little river runs full and swift, spread over the banks to nearly twice its usual width; the water is a fine light green, quite different from its darker summer tint of transparent gray. It is singular that snow and ice in large quantities should always change the color of a stream which they have helped to fill; but so it is: all the waters which flow from the glaciers in Swit- zerland have a peculiar tint. With us, this effect is seen for a few days only, when the ice first breaks up in spring. Saw a cat- erpillar this afternoon, the first that has crossed our path.
Thursday, 30th.—The song-sparrows and bluebirds are here, and have been with us several days. The robins are getting quite numerous; they seem to come in detachments, or possibly they only pass from one neighborhood to another in flocks. Their note is very pleasant, and after the silent winter, falls with double sweetness on the ear. Their portly persons and warm red jackets make them very conspicuous flying about among the naked branch- es, or running over the wilted grass. ‘They are more frequent- ly seen on the ground than any other bird we have, excepting the sparrow, and it is amusing to watch the different gait of the two. The sparrow glides along with great agility and ease; whether n the grass or on the gravel, his movement is light and free: but robin usually makes more fuss ; he runs by starts, drops his head, raises his tail, moves rapidly for a few feet, and then stops sud- denly, repeating the same course of manceuvres until he takes flight. The European robin is a smaller bird than ours, and lives through the year as far north as England, cheering his native fields with a simple lay even during the cold weather: his habits are different from those of our own bird; he builds in grassy
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his door, probably with the idea of concealing his nest. With us, robin never builds on the ground; his nest is placed in trees, where, from its size, 1t is very conspicuous; once in awhile, how- ever, he builds about a house, but in such a case usually places his nest in some spot shaded by a vine or the branches of a tree. For two summers in succession, we had a nest on a window sill of the second story, and this spring two pairs seem to be building about the eaves ;.but in all these instances, the spots chosen are screened by Virginia creepers. Then again with us, robin is only musical early in spring ; the rest of the year he is a very silent bird. Some few occasionally linger through the cold weather as far north as the Mohawk, but this seems accidental ; many take a south-eastern direction toward the sea-shore, and many more go still farther south to a milder climate. They are with us, how- ever, eight or nine months of the year—honest, homely creatures, running about the grass-plots and paths around our doors, so that they are everywhere considered as friends of the house. I have seen it asserted that the early colonists gave to the gaudy oriole the jrame of “ English robin,’ showing how fondly memory colored all
they had left behind, since one bird is very plain in his plumage,
the other remarkably brilliant. The name of robin, however, has now attached itself decidedly to the large red-breasted thrush, with which we are all familiar ; and although differing in many re- spects from the Robin Redbreast of Europe, yet with the name he also inherits the favor of his kinsman, getting all the credit in this part of the world of watching over the Babes in the Woods, picking berries to feed them, and gathering leaves for their cover- ing. This afternoon, as we saw the robins running over the graves
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those large thoughtful eyes of theirs, we came to the conclusion that our own Redbreast must be quite as capable of a good deed, as his European brother. At this season, we seldom pass the churchyard without finding robins there—they probably have many nests among the trees.
Friday, 31st.—The garden hyacinths, and daffodils, and com- mon lilies are beginning to show their leaves in the flower-borders, and the periwinkle is almost in blossom: this is one of the very earliest flowers to open with us. The blue hyacinths soon follow, though they will scarcely bloom yet this fortnight. The snow- drop seldom opens here before the middle or third week of April, remaining in flower until the tulips fade, early in June; it would seem less hardy with us than in its native climate, for in England it blooms in February, and it has been found by M. de Candolle on the mountains of Switzerland with its flowers actually encased in snow and ice.
One hears a great deal about the sudden outburst of spring in America, but in this part of the country, the earlier stages of the season are assuredly very slow, and for many weeks its progress is gradual. It is only later in the day, when the buds are all full, and the flowers ready to open, that we see the sudden gush of life and joyousness, which is indeed at that moment, almost magical in its beautiful effects. But this later period is a brief one; we have scarcely time to enjoy the sudden affluence of spring, ere she leaves us to make way for summer, and _ people exclaim at the shortness of the season in America. Meanwhile, spring is with us in March, when we are yet sitting by the fire- side, and few heed her steps; now she betrays her presence in
the sky, now in the waters, with the returning birds, upon some
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single tree, in a solitary plant, and each milder touch gives pleas- ure to those who are content to await the natural order of things.
Saturday, April 1st.—Fresh maple sugar offered for sale to- day; it is seldom brought to market as early as this. <A large amount of this sugar is still made in our neighborhood, chiefly for _ home consumption on the farms. In the villages, where foreign groceries are easily procured, it is eaten more as a dainty than in any other way ; the children are very fond of it, and most grown persons like a bit now and then, its peculiar flavor making it pleasant when taken by itself, though it becomes a defect when used for sweetening food. In the spring, a little of it is not thought unhealthy, from a fancy that it purifies the blood; prob-
ably it is neither better nor worse in this respect than any other
sugar. With our farmers, however, it is a matter of regular .
household consumption, many families depending on it altogether, keeping only a little white sugar for sickness ; and it is said that children have often grown up in this county without tasting any vut maple sugar. Maple molasses is also very much used, some persons preferring it to that of the cane, as it has a peculiar flavor which is liked with puddings, or buckwheat cakes.
Some farmers have a regular “sugar-bush,” where none but maples are suffered to grow; and on the older farms you occasion- ally pass a beautiful grove of this kind, entirely clear of under- wood, the trees standing on a smooth green turf. More frequent- ly, however, a convenient spot is chosen in the woods where ma- ples are plenty. The younger trees are not tapped, as they are injured by the process ; it is only after they have reached a good size——_ten or twelve inches in diameter——that they are turned to
account in this way; twenty years at least must be their age, as
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they rarely attain to such a growth earlier ; from his period they continue to yield their sap freely until they decay. It is really surprising that any tree should afford to lose so much of its nat- ural nourishment without injury ; but maples that have been tap- ped for fifty years or more, are just as luxuriant in their foliage and flowers, as those that are untouched. ‘The amount of sap yielded by different trees varies—some will give nearly three times as much as others; the fluid taken from one tree is also much sweeter and richer than that of another, as there seems to be a constitutional difference between them.
From two to five pounds of sugar are made from each tree, and four or five gallons of sap are required to every pound. The fluid begins to run with the first mild weather in March ; its course, however, is checked by a hard frost, until a thaw again sets it In motion; some years it continues to flow at intervals until the last of April, so that a regular early spring gives less time for the work than a backward season, when the sap runs Jater ; the usual period, however, for sugar-making, is about two weeks—one year more, another less.
This sugar is made more easily than any other; both the beet and the cane require much more expense and labor. The process with the maple is very simple, and consists merely in collecting the sap and boiling it ; neatness and attention are alone neces- sary to make the sugar of the best quality. A hole is first bored into the trunk, from one to three feet from the ground ; a hatchet or chisel is sometimes used for this purpose, but neat farmers pre- fer a small auger, less than half an inch in diameter, by which means the bark is not injured, closing again over the opening
in two or three years. After the hole has been bored, a small
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trough or “spile,” as the country people call it, is mserted ; this is usually made of a branch of alder or sumach, which is sharpened at one end and the pith taken out for two or three inches to re- ceive the sap; from that point it is hollowed into an open trough, which rests upon the sap-bucket at the foot of the tree. ‘These buckets are a regular article of manufacture in the country ; they are made of pine, or at times of bass-wood, and sell at twenty cents a piece. They are left standing one at the foot of each tree, to receive the sap as it flows, the little stream of sweet and limpid fluid running more or less freely, according to the state of the weather and the character of the tree ; twelve quarts are sometimes taken in twenty-four hours from one tree, while others scarcely yield a third as much. The buckets are watched, of course, and emptied from time to time, the sap being carried to the boiler, which is often placed over a furnace upon an arch of bricks; often one large iron boiler is used, but pans of tin are thought prefera- ble, as they give less color and taste to the sugar. This carrying the sap to the boiler is a laborious part of the process, and some farm- ers have all their lesser spouts connected with a large trough leading to a common reeeptacle near the furnace ; the buckets, however, are more generally used. ‘Two or three hundred trees are frequently tapped in the same wood, and as the sap is run- ning, the fires are burning, and the sugar is boiling all together, day and night, it is a busy moment at the “ bush.” The persons at work there, usually eat and sleep on the spot until their task is done ; and it is a favorite rallymg place with the children and young people of the farms, who enjoy vastly this touch of camp life, to say nothing of the new sugar, and a draught of fresh sap now
and then. The sap, however, is not thought a wholesome drink, 2 °
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differing in this respect from the juice of the cane, which is con- sidered particularly healthy, both man and beasts growing fat on the plantations during the seasons of working among the ripe canes. When the work at the “bush” is fairly commenced, the boiler is filled up from time to time with fresh sap during the first four-and-twenty hours; after that, the fluid is permitted to thicken to a syrup about half the sweetness of molasses; it is then taken off and left to cool and settle. About twelve hours later, it is again put over to clarify——the white of two eggs, one quart of milk, and half an ounce of saleratus are allowed to fifty pounds of sugar—and the syrup Is not permitted to boil until the scum has all risen to the surface and been removed, After this clarifying has been attended to, the syrup boils until on the point of grain- ing, as it is called, or in rustic parlance, “sugaring down ;”’ it is then taken from the fire and placed in tin pans to cool and form
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the “grain ;” when this process of graining has thoroughly com- menced, the new sugar is placed in moulds to dram——the harder particles adhermg together as the sugar, the liquid portion, or molasses, dropping into a receptacle for the purpose. Of course, as soon as the boiler has been emptied it is filled up with new sap, and the same process is repeated until the season has passed, or the amount required is made. | There are at present farms in this county where two or three thousand pounds of sugar are prepared in one season. Formerly much of our sugar was sent to Albany and New York, and a portion is, still sold there to the confectioners. During the early
history of the county, half a century since, rents were usually
paid in produce—wheat, potash, sugar, &c., &e.—for the conveni-
ence of the tenants, and it is on record that in one year sixty
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thousand pounds were received in this way by the leader of the little colony about this lake ; a portion of it was refined and made into pretty little specimen loaves at a sugar-house in Philadelphia, and it was quite as white and pure as that of the cane. The common sugar about the country is as light as that usually received from the West Indies, and the farmers have a simple domestic process by which it is often made quite clear; a clean wet flannel is placed over the cake while draining, and gradually imbibes the coloring matter, being washed and changed every morning until the sugar has become quite white ; if it has been neatly made and clarified, three or four days will whiten it thoroughly. No doubt there are maples enough about the country to supply the whole popu- lation of the Republic, if necessary, but the sugar of the cane can now be procured so easily, and so cheap, from the West Indies and the southern parts of our own country, that there is little motive for making that of the maple an article of commerce. Maple sugar sells in the village this year for nine cents a pound, and good Havana for six cents. The farmers, however, are will- ing to turn their trees to account for their own use, as it saves them some cash, and requires but little outlay or labor.
A story is told in the village of a Scotch stocking-weaver, who some years since bought a farm near the lake, and the first spring after his arrival in the country was so successful with his maple trees, that in the midst of his labors he came into the village and gave large orders for sap-buckets, pans, furnaces, &c. The good folk were rather surprised at the extent of these preparations, and inquiries were made about this grand sugar-bush. They were told : by their new neighbor that as yet he had tapped only a small num-
ber of trees, but he intended soon to go to work in earnest among
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the maples, and, indeed, had quite made up his mind, “ canny Scot,” as he was, to “ give up farming altogether, and keep to sugar-mak- ing all the year round oem plan which, it may be imagined, tickled the fancy of Jonathan not a little, knowing the ways of maples as he did. Many other trees are tapped for their juices in different parts of the world—the pines for their turpentine, as we all know, and the celebrated cow-tree of South America for its nourishing fluid, yielding vegetable milk, as it were, in regions where the milk of domestic animals seems to have been unknown; and still farther South, on this great continent, they prepare from the sap of the Palm of Chili, a syrup of the consistency of honey, using it as an article of food. In Northern Europe, the birch sap is made into a drink which they call birch-wine, and in this country vinegar is occasionally made in the same way. In the Crimea, the Tartars regularly make sugar from the fine walnut-trees on the shores of the Black Sea. So says Dr. Clarke in his Travels. The lime or basswood also yields a saccharine fluid. Our own
hickory is thought to have the sweetest and richest sap of any
. tree in the woods, and we have heard of superior sugar being
made in small quantities from it by certain New England house- wives. It would not be generally available for the purpose, how- ever, as the amount of sap yielded is very small.
According to the last general Census, the whole amount of maple sugar made during one year in this county, with a popu- lation of 49,658, was 351,748 pounds, or nearly eight pounds to each individual. The whole amount of sugar made in the State, was 10,048,109 pounds. The census does not specify the differ- ent kinds of sugar, but it is so well known that no other sort but
maple is made in our part of the country, as a manufacture, that
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it is scarcely worth while to subtract anything from the general reports on account of some experiments here and there, in corn ‘or beet sugar. ‘Taking the reports then, as they stand, we find that there are forty-nme counties in which maple sugar is man- ufactured, and nine counties in the immediate neighborhood of New York, where none is made. The largest amount made in one county, is reported from St. Lawrence, upwards of 848,000 pounds among a population of 56,000; Chatauque comes very near this, however, giving 839,000 pounds for 47,000 persons. There are nine counties making more than we do; Putnam reports the smallest amount, only 73 pounds, probably the produce of one “bush.” The whole amount of various sugars made in the country during the year 1839-40, was upwards of 155,000,000 of pounds; since then, this quantity has nearly doubled, and it is supposed that about half the sugar now consumed by us, is man- ufactured within our own borders. Of course, a very great pro- portion comes from the cane plantations of Louisiana, &c., &e.; probably some beet and corn sugar in small quantities may be included in the calculations, but the tables of the’last census did not specify the different varieties made in each State; and our only guide in forming an opinion as to the total amount of maple sugar made in the country, must be the respective geographical limits of the cane and the maple. Sugar of one sort or another is made in almost every State; Delaware and the District of Columbia are the only exceptions. We understand that maple sugar is made in Virginia and Kentucky, the first reporting 1,541,- 848, the last 1,899,835 pounds of sugar; probably this is in a very great measure from the maple. If we give about one-fifth of
the whole amount, or some 31,000,000 of pounds to maple sugar,
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probably we shall not be very far from the truth; we are inclined to believe this calculation rather below than above the mark. From being almost entirely consumed on the ground where it is made, this sugar, however, attracts public attention much less than it would do if it were an article of commerce to the same extent.
Monday, 3d.—Delightful day; first walk in the woods, and what a pleasure it is to be in the forest once more! ‘The earlier buds are swelling perceptibly--those of the scarlet maple and elm flowers on the hills, with the sallows and alders near the streams. We were struck more than usual with the mosses and lichens, and the coloring of the bark of the different trees; some of the chestnuts, and birches, and maples show twenty different shades, through grays and greens, from a dull white to blackish brown. These can scarcely vary much with the seasons, but they attract the eye more just now from the fact that in winter we are seldom in the woods; and at this moment, before the leaves are out, there is more light falling on the limbs and trunks than in summer. ‘The ground mosses are not yet entirely revived; » some of the prettiest varieties feel the frost sensibly, and have not yet regained all their coloring.
The little evergreen plants throw a faint tinge of verdure over the dead leaves which strew the forest; in some spots, there is quite a patch of them, but in other places they scarcely show at all. We have many in our woods, all pleasant little plants ; their glossy leaves have generally a healthy character, and most of them bear pretty and fragrant blossoms at different seasons. Some ferns have been preserved, as usual, under the snow ; though
they are sensitive to the frost, yet in favorable spots they seem
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to escape until the snow falls and shields them, preserving them through the winter in a sort of half evergreen state, like some other garden and field plants. This year there are more of these fern leaves than usual, and they are pleasing, though flattened to the ground by the snow which has been weighing them down.
Nothing like a flower in all the wide woods. But the ground laurel is in bud and will blossom before long; we raked up the dead leaves to look for it, and some of the buds are very large and promising.
The robins, and sparrows, and bluebirds were singing very sweetly as we came home toward evening ; there are many more now in the village than in the woods. The wheat is looking green; the other fields are still brown. Every day the lake grows more dull and gloomy.
Tuesday, 4th—The frogs were heard last night for the first time this season.
Wednesday, 5th.—First seed sown in the garden to-day ; peas, beets, onions, &e., &e.
Friday, 6th.—Bright sun, but cool air, which keeps back the swelling buds; and if these come out too soon they are in great danger of being injured by frost. The ice is still in the lake, and knowing ones say we never have warm weather until the waters are open. ‘There is no current in our lake, or so little at least, it is scarcely perceptible; not enough to carry the ice off, and it melts slowly away. Heavy rains are a great help in get- ting rid of it, and after an opening is once made in the weak crust, a high wind will work upon it like magic, dashing it into frag- ments, and piling it on the shores, when it vanishes in a very
short time. We have known the lake well covered, and men
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walking upon the ice at two o'clock, when at four on the same day—thanks to a high wind—the waters were entirely free. For some days now the ice has been lying quite detached from the shores, looking all the more unsightly for the narrow border of clear blue water encircling the gloomy island.
Explored a sunny bank in the woods, with the hope of finding a stray ground laurel, but we saw only the buds. Berries were very plenty ; it was a perfect bed of the squaw-vine and partridge berry. Stout young pines threw their branches over the bank, and the warm afternoon sun pouring upon trees and_ plants, brought out strongly the aromatic odors of both; the air was highly scented with this fresh, wild perfume of the forest. A wood of evergreens is generally fragrant ; our own pines and cedars are highly so; even the fallen pine leaves preserve their peculiar odor for some time. There is an ancient allusion to the fragrance of the cedar of Lebanon, in the last chapter of the prophet Hosea, who lived in the eighth century before the Christian era; speaking of the mercies God had in store for his people, he says, “I will be as the dew unto Israel; he shall grow as the lily, and cast forth his roots as Lebanon. His branches shall spread, and his beauty shall be as the olive-tree, and his smell as Lebanon.”
The little partridge plant is also very aromatic. Like the orange-tree, this humble plant bears fruit and flowers together ;
its white cups hanging side by side with the coral berries through
_ the mild weather, from early in May to the sharpest frosts in
October. It is true these plants grow in groups, and, although side by side, fruit and flower may belong to different stems; but we have seen the berries and fresh blossoms on the same stalk.
There is no period of the year when you may not find the berries,
FRAGRANT EVERGREENS. 33 but they are in season late in autumn and in the succeeding spring. The snow under which they lie for months ripens them, though they are perhaps more spicy in the autumn. Their form when perfect is remarkable for a fruit; it has five sharp drooping points at the apex, and within these lies, as it were, a second smaller rose-colored berry, containing the tiny seed; they are seldom found in this mature state until a year old, and it is in June that the berries break open and drop the seed. The birds are very fond of this berry, and some eat the spicy little seeds while they reject the fleshy part. A pair of Florida nonpareils, kept in a cage in the village, used to delight in these.
- The squaw-vine, with its long creeping branches, is a con- stant companion of the partridge berry the year round, com- mon in all the woods. Its pretty rounded leaflets are regularly strung in pairs on thread-like vines, often a yard or more in length, with here and there a large red berry in their midst; these last are edible, though insipid. The flowers are slender delicate pink bells, pale without, deep rose-color within; they are very fra- grant, and oddly enough the two blossoms form but one large berry, the fruit bemg marked with a double face, as it were, bear- ing the remains of the two calices.
It would seem that among our evergreen plants a larger pro- portion are fragrant than among their deciduous companions ; it cannot, however, be the strength of the plant which gives it this additional charm, for what is so sweet as the mignionette, or the European violet, both fragile plants ?
Saturday, 8th.—Delightful day. A white-breasted nut-hatch among the trees on the lawn; these active, amusing birds are res-
ident in the State, but one cannot vouch for their remaining all 9%
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winter among our hills, as we have never yet observed them in cold weather. It is not a very common bird here, but may pos- sibly be found in the woods by those who look for it through the year. We were amused by watching our little visitor this morn- ing; he never touched the spray, always alighting on the trunk, or on a principal limb, running nimbly up some distance, and then flying off to another in ceaseless movement, without a mo- ment’s intermission. ‘This bird has other peculiar habits. He sleeps with his head downwards, and he is said to have one qual- ity rare among his race; he is a curious little rogue, and seems desirous of observing your own odd ways, while you are watch- ing his; then, he is a remarkably good husband, taking a vast deal of pains to feed and amuse his wife, and listening to all her . remarks and observations in the most meritorious manner. For several days we have observed this nut-hatch running over the same trees, probably in search of some particular insect, or eggs,
just now in season for them.
Sunday, 9th.—Six o’clock, P. M.—The lake has been opening all day. ‘The ice began to break up early in the morning ; be- tween the time of going to church and returning, we found great changes ; and now, so far as the eye can reach, the blue waters are once more quite free. The day has been cool; wind from the north-west.
Monday, 10th.—Lovely weather; air warm and soft. The open lake very beautiful. A decided green tinge rising upon the earth; the wheat-fields are always the first to show the pleasant change as they revive after the severe winter frosts; then the grass begins to color in the orchards, about the roots of
the apple-trees, and patches brighten in sunny sheltered spots,
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along the roadsides, and about the springs. This year, the first grass that tured green within view, was beneath a tuft of young locusts, and it now continues some shades brighter than all about it, though for what reason one cannot say. Possibly it may be ewing to the fact that the locust leaves decay soon after falling, and thus nourish the grass; all traces of them soon disappear ; this is also the case with the foliage of the apple, while that of many other trees lies about the roots for months, or is blown away by the winds. The cattle, both cows and horses, seem partial to the grass beneath the locusts; it is amusing to watch them make their way in and out among a grove of young locusts armed with thorns; they don’t like these at all, but still the grass tempts them in, and after feeding there, you may see them back- ing very carefully out again. Some of the trees have a touch of life upon their branches, though no green is yet perceptible; but the bark on the young twigs looks glossy, and the spray thickens with the swelling buds; the elm and soft maple flowers, the cat- kins of the alder and poplars, and the downy heads of some of the sallow tribe are budding.
Charming walk. Went out with the hope of findmg some flowers, but were unsuccessful; none of the buds were open enough to show the coloring of a blossom. Saw two butterflies on the highway—a brown, and a black and yellow. The cedar birds have come ; they winter in the State, but never, I believe, among our hills. Although disappomted in our search for flow- ers, the view of the lake was enjoyment enough for one day ; standing on the hill-side within the woods, we looked down be- neath an archway of green branches, and between noble living
columns of pine and hemlock, upon the blue waters below, as
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though we were gazing at them through the elaborate mouldings of a great Gothic window—a fine frame for any picture. Several boats were moving about, and there was a sparkling ripple play- ing in the sunshine, as though the waters enjoyed their freedom. Tuesday, 11th.—Coming in from a walk this afternoon, we found a beautiful oriole perched upon the topmost bough of a locust on the lawn; no doubt he had just alighted after his jour- ney, for they travel singly and by day, the males appearing first. The new comers among the birds often perch in that way, with an observing look, on their first arrival. It is early for orioles, but we gave our guest a hearty welcome, with an invitation to build near the house ; we seldom fail to have one of their hang- ing nests on our narrow lawn, and some years two families have built here. Our visitor looked brilliantly handsome, as he sat high on the leafless tree, in his coat of golden red and black; but in spite of their fanciful costume, the orioles are just as well be- haved as the robms—harmless, inocent birds, bearing an excel- lent character. We all know how industrious and skilful they are in building; both work together at weaving the intricate nest, though the wife is the most diligent. They are particularly affec- tionate to their young; if any accident befalls the brood, they grieve so earnestly that they actually forget to eat, returning re- peatedly to the spoiled nest, as if in hopes of yet finding some one of their little flock. Their voices are remarkably deep and clear, but they have few notes; those. few they will sometimes vary, however, by imitating their neighbors, betraying an inclina- tion to mimicry. One taste they share in common with the hum- ming-bird, and some others ; they like flowers, the apple blossoms
especially, feeding on them as long as they last, and even com-
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mencing their feast before the buds are well open. From the mo- ment they arrive, you see them running about the apple branches; as if already on the watch, and so long as the trees are in bloom, you may hear their full, clear voices in the orchards at most hours of the day. Probably they like other flowers also, since the ap- ple-trees are not indigenous here, and they must have begun to feed upon some native blossoms of the forest; they are occasion- ally seen in the wild cherry-trees, and are said to be partial to the tulip-trees also; but these last do not grow in our neighbor- hood. Mr. Wilson says the Baltimore oriole is not found in the pine countries, and yet they are common birds here—regular mem- bers of our summer flock; and we have remarked they are very often seen and heard among the pines of the churchyard ; it is quite a favorite haunt of theirs.
The orchard oriole, a much plainer bird, is a stranger here, though common at no great distance. If they visit us at all, it must be rarely ; we have never yet seen them about the lake.
Wednesday, 12th.—On one of the hills of Highborough, several miles from the village, there is a point where, almost every spring, a lingering snow-bank is seen long after the country generally looks pleasant and life-like. Some years it lies there in spite of warm rains, and south winds and sunshine, until after the first flowers and butterflies have appeared, while other seasons it goes much earlier. Time gives greater consistency and powers of en- durance to ice and snow, just as a cold heart grows more obdu- rate with every fruitless attempt to soften its fountains ; old snow in particular, wears away very slowly—as slowly as an old preju- dice! This handful of ice lying so late on Snow-Patch Hill,
would doubtless prove, in a colder region, or among higher hills,
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the commencement of a glacier, for it is precisely on this princi- ple that glaciers are formed and continue to extend until they stretch at last into the flowery meadows, as in Switzerland, where you find strawberries and ice in the same field. Let a snow-bank harden into ice by successive thaws and frosts, pass through one summer, and the next year it will be more than doubled in bulk, continuing to increase in size, and consequently in strength, until it bids defiance to the greatest heats of summer. It is in this way, that from the higher peaks of the Alps and Andes, covered with these vast ice mantles, five thousand years old, glaciers stretch far down into the region of grass and flowers, increasing rather than diminishing every year, since what is lost in summer seldom equals what is added in winter.
Thursday, 13th—A solitary goldfinch on the lawn. They win- ter about New York, but seldom return here in large numbers be- fore the 1st of May.
A brown creeper has been running over the locusts on the lawn for several days ; it is unusual to see them in the village, but this bird remained so long that his identity was clearly settled. The little fellow continued for an hour or more among the same trees visited previously by the nut-hatch, and during that time he was not still a second. Always alighting on the trunk near the roots, he ascended to the top; then taking flight, alighted at the roots of the next, repeating agam and again the same evolutions with untiring rapidity. If he found the insects he was in search of, he must have swallowed them without much ceremony, for he never seemed to pause for the purpose of eating. Probably, like the nut-hatches, these birds neglect the smaller limbs of a tree be-
cause their prey is not found there.
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Friday, 14th.—Rainy morning. Passing through one of the village streets this afternoon, we saw a robin’s nest in a very low and exposed position. The honest creatures must have great confidence in their neighbors, which, it is to be hoped, will not be abused. It was in the corner of an out-building facing the street, and so near the side-walk, that it looked as though one could shake hands with the inmates across the paling. It was entirely unscreened ; a stray branch of aneighboring locust projected, in- deed, above it; but if the robins expect the foliage to shelter them, at this early day, they have made a sad miscalculation. The mother bird was on the nest as we passed, sitting, of course ; she slowly moved her large brown eyes toward us as we stopped to watch her, but without the least expression of fear ;—indeed, she must see the village people coming and going all day long, as she sits there on her nest._
What a very remarkable instinct is that of a sitting bird. By nature the winged creatures are full of life and activity, appa- rently needing little repose, flitting the live long day through the fields and gardens, seldom pausing except to feed, to dress their feathers, or to sing ;—abroad, many of them, before dawn, and
still passing to and fro across the darkening sky of the latest twi-
light ;—capable also, when necessary, of a prolonged flight which ~
stretches across seas and continents. And yet there is not one of these little winged mothers but what will patiently sit, for hour after hour, day after day, upon her unhatched brood, warming them with her breast—carefully turning them—that all may share the heat equally, and so fearful lest they should be chilled, that she will rather suffer hunger herself than leave them jong
exposed. That it is no unusual drowsiness which comes over
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them at this time, rendermg the duty more easy, is evident, for you seldom find them sleeping; their bright eyes are usually open, and they look, indeed, quite thoughtful, as though already reflecting about their little family. The male among some tribes occasionally relieves his mate by taking her place awhile, and among all varieties he exerts himself to bring her food, and to sing for her amusement. But altogether, this voluntary imprisonment of those busy, lively creatures is a strikmg instance of that generous en- during patience which is a noble attribute of parental affection. There are many instances in which a temporary change of habit, or of character, as it were, is produced by the same powerful feeling, where the careless become watchful, the timid bold, the weak strong, under its influence. The eagle, the chief among his race, is a striking mstance of this when he lowers his lordly wings to bear a burden in behalf of his young. This peculiar tender- ness of the eagle, in bearing its young on the back, is entirely opposed to the common habits of birds, who almost invariably carry their less precious burdens, their food, or the materials for their nests in their bills, or their claws. Whether the eagles in this part of the world resort to the same practice one cannot say ;
that the Eastern eagle does so we feel assured, for it is implied in
- two striking passages of Holy Scripture. The Almighty Jehovah
who has vouchsafed to represent himself to man in the paternal character, as conveying to our minds the strongest idea of his compassionate providence, when addressing his people of old, was pleased to employ this image: ‘“ Ye have seen what I did to the Egyptians, and how I bear you on eagles’ wings, and brought you unto myself.” And, again, the inspired Prophet, when sing-
ing the salvation of Israel through the merciful care of the Al-
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mighty, says: ‘As an eagle stirreth up her nest, fluttereth over her young, spreadeth abroad her wings, taketh them, beareth them on her wings, so the Lord alone did lead him’”—as we read in the Song of Moses, in Deuteronomy.
Saturday, 15th.—Cool rain, at mtervals, for the last day or two; pleasant again this afternoon. Walked in the woods look- ing for flowers ; went some distance in vain, but at last near the summit of the hill we found a bunch of fresh ground laurel, the first wild blossoms of the year to us, and prized accordingly ; there were many more in full bud, but no other open.
Since we were last in the woods, the squirrel-cups (hepaticas) have sprung up; their modest little lilac cups, in half-open buds, are hanging singly here and there over the dead leaves, and very pretty they are in this stage of their short life; they have a timid, modest look, hanging leafless from their downy stalks, as if half afraid, half ashamed of being alone in the wide woods; for their companion, the ground laurel, remains closely wrapped in the withered leaves. It cannot be said that either of these plants is fairly in bloom; they are only opening—a slow process with the arbutus, but a rapid one with the hepatica. The mosses are in great beauty now; several varieties are in flower, and exquisitely delicate; the dark brownish moss, with its white-capped flowers and. tiny red stalk, and a daimty companion of light green, with a blossom of the same tint, are in perfection. Wherever we went, they were so abundant, and so beautiful in their spring freshness, as to delight the eye.
Fresh grass butter from the farm to-day.
Monday, 17th.—A few white-bellied swallows sailing over the
village yesterday ; but one swallow does not make a summer, nor
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can a dozen either; we must expect cool weather yet. These little birds are in favor in the New York markets, after they have fattened themselves upon the whortleberries in the autumn; for unlike their kindred tribes of the swallow and martin race, who live wholly, it is believed, on insects, these are berry-eaters also. They are said to be peculiar to this continent.
Tuesday, 18th.—The fishing-lights enliven the lake now, of an evening, and they are often seen well into the night. They are spearing pickerel, a good fish, though inferior to some others in our lake. Formerly, there were no pickerel here, but some years since they were introduced from a smaller sheet of water, ten or twelve miles to the westward, and now they have become so abun- dant that they are the most common fish we have——taken at all seasons and in various ways. They are caught in summer, by “trolling,” a long line being thrown out and drawn in from the stern by the fisherman, who stands, while an oarsman rows the boat quietly along; during the warm weather, one may see at almost any hour of the morning or afternoon, some fishing skiff passing slowly to and fro in this way, one man at the oars, one at the line, trolling for pickerel. In the evening, they carry on the sport with lights in the bows of the boats, to attract the fish ; they are often speared in this way, and we have heard of their being shot with a pistol, which seems what a sailor might call a “lubberly” way of attacking fish—certainly, honest Jack would not have approved of this unfishermanlike proceeding. In the winter, the pickerel are also caught through holes cut here and there in the ice—lines with baited hooks being secured to the ice and left there—the fisherman returning from time to time to see what suc-
cess his snares have had. The boys call these contrivances “ tip-
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ups,” from the bit of stick to which the line is attached, falling over when the fish bite. The largest pickerel caught here, are said to weigh about six pounds.
Wednesday, 19th.—The great spring house-cleaning going on in the village just now, and a formidable time it is in most fami- lies, second only as regards discomfort, to the troubles of moving. Scarce an object about a house seems in its proper place—topsy- turvy is the order of the day ; curtains and carpets are seen hang- ing dut of doors, windows are sashless, beds are found in passages, chairs are upside down, the ceiling is in possession ef the white- wash brush, and the mop “has the floor,” as reporters say of Hon, M. C’s. Meanwhile, the cleaners, relentless as Furies, pursue the family from room to room, until the last stronghold is invaded, and the very cats and dogs look wretched. Singular as it may ap- pear, there are some active spirits in the country—-women spirits, of course——who enjoy house-cleaning : who confess that they enjoy it. But then there are men who enjoy an election, and it was settled ages ago that there is no arguing upon tastes. Most sensible peo- ple would be disposed to look upon both house-cleaning and. elec- tions, as among the necessary evils of life—far enough from its enjoyments. One would like to know from which ancestral na- tion the good people of this country inherit this periodical clean- ing propensity ; probably it came from the Dutch, for they are
the most noted scourers in the old world, though it is difficult to
believe that such a sober, quiet race as the Hollanders, could have carried on the work with the same restlessness as our own house- wives. Weare said to have taken the custom of moving on May- day, from our Dutch forefathers, and I believe there is no doubt
of that fact; but then we may rest assured that a whole town
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would not set about moving the same day in Holland. In that sensible, prudent land, not more, perhaps, than a dozen house- holders at a time, are expected to sacrifice comfort and furniture by such a step. On the Zuyder Zee, it probably takes a family at least a year to make up their minds to move, and a year more to choose a new dwelling. But see what this custom has become under the influence of go-aheadism ! May-day, for ages associated with rhymes, sweet blossoms, gayety, and kindly feeling, has be- come the most anti-poetical, dirty, dusty, unfragrant, worrying, scolding day in the year to the Manhattanese. So it is with this cleaning process. Most civilized people clean their dwellings : many nations are as neat as ourselves; some much neater than we are ; but few, indeed, make such a fuss about these necessary labors ; they contrive to manage matters more quietly. Even among ourselves, some patriotic women, deserving well of their country, have made great efforts to effect a change in this respect, within their own sphere, at least; but alas! in each instance they have, we believe, succumbed at length to general custom, a ty- rant that few have the courage to face, even in a good cause.
It must be confessed, however, that after the great turmoil is over—when the week, or fortnight, or three weeks of scrubbing, scouring, drenching are passed, there is a moment of delightful repose in a family; there is a refreshing consciousness that all is sweet and clean from garret to cellar; there is a purity in the | household atmosphere which is very agreeable. As you go about the neighborhood, the same order and cleanly freshness meet you as you cross every threshold. This is very pleasant, but it Is a pity that it should be purchased at the cost of so much previous
confusion—so many petty annoyances.
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Friday, 21st.—Fresh lettuce from the hot-beds.
Saturday, 22d.—The sky cloudy, with April showers, but we ventured to take a short walk. There were never more brown flowers on the elms; it is unusual to sée them in such very great abundance; the trees are thickly clothed with them. The soft maple is also showing its crimson blossoms. The grass is grow- ing beautifully ; there is a perceptible difference from day to day, and it is pleasant to note how the cattle enjoy the fresh, tender herbage of the pastures after the dry fodder of the barn-yard. We followed the Green Brook through the fields into the woods ; on its banks gathered some pretty pink bells of the spring beauty.
The barn swallows have made their appearance, and the flocks of the white-billed swallows seem to have increased by new ar- rivals.
Monday, 24th.—The young leaves on the lilacs, currents, and some early roses and honeysuckles, are springing—the first branches to look green. In the woods the young violet and strawberry leaves look fresh and tender among the withered herbage, and the older evergreens.
Tuesday, 25th.—Charming day. Went into the woods this afternoon to gather a harvest of trailing arbutus. It takes many to make a pretty bunch, for the leaves are large and often in the way, so that one is obliged to use the scissors freely when mak- ing them into anosegay. The plant stretches its vine-like, woody branches far and wide over the hill-sides in thick patches ; its large, strong, rounded leaves grow in close tufts—small and large together —and, although tough in texture, they are often defective in rusty spots, especially the old leaves which have been lying under the
snow; in summer, they are brighter and more perfect. The
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flowers grow in clusters at the end of the stems, from two to a dozen, or fifteen in a bunch, pmk or white, larger or smaller, varying in size, number, and tint; they are not very much unlike the blossom of a hyacinth, though scarcely so large, and not curled at the edges. They are very fragrant; not only sweet, but with a wild freshness in the perfume, which is very agreeable. Our search began in an old pine grove, on the skirts of the vil- lage, but we found nothing in flower there; the soil is good, and there is no want of young plants of various kinds, which will blossom by-and-bye, but at present there are no flowers to be gathered there. In the adjoining wood, we had no better luck ; it is a dense growth of young hemlocks and pines, where nothing else thrives—much the darkest and gloomiest about the village ; the sunshine never seems to penetrate the shade enough to warm the earth, which is covered with rusty pine leaves. We climbed to higher ground, but no arbutus was there; still we persevered, and at last, near the top of the hill, some remarkably fine clusters were discovered, and from that moment they were found in abundance. They seem often to open first on the hill-tops, but they are in full bloom now in many places.
There is more than usual interest in gathering these flowers, from their peculiar habits. One may easily pass over ground where they abound without observing them, unless one knows their tricks of old; for they often play hide and go seek with you, crouching about old stones, and under dead leaves, and among mosses. But here and there you may see a pretty fresh cluster peeping out from among last year’s withered herbage, as though it bloomed from lifeless stalks; and when you stoop to
eather it, raking away the dead leaves, you find a dozen bunches
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in near neighborhood under the faded covering. Perhaps half these sweet flowers lie closely shrouded in this way under the fallen foliage of the forest. After coming at length to the right ground, this afternoon, we were very successful; they are in full season, and never were finer—large and very fragrant. Several bunches of those we gathered, were growing so prettily, that it seemed a pity to pull them; some showing their fragrant heads among rich mosses, while others were hooded in large withered leaves of the oak, chestnut, and maple. The sun had dropped low while we were busy at our pleasant task, but we lingered a moment to look dewn upon the village as it lay in the valley below, the picture of cheerful quiet, and upon the lake, with sweet evening tints playing over the water; and then descending the
hill at a quick pace, we succeeded in reaching the village before
the sun had quite set.
Not a single squirrel-cup was seen on our path to-day, yet they abound in many places.
Wednesday, 26th.—The young plants in the gardens are begin- ning to show in those beds which were made early ; peas, beets, &c., &c. The good people of the village are many of them busy now with their gardens, and pleasant, cheerful work it is. From the time of Adam down, it has always looked well to see man, or woman either, working in a garden. In a village, one sees the
task going on regularly in all the little neighborhood, at the same
moment. We thought of poor , who told his worthy mother he should like to live to see them make garden once more in the villaze—poor fellow, he has been in his grave these five weeks.
Thursday, 27th.—Long, pleasant walk. A humming-bird flew
past us, the first we had seen.
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Followed an old wood road for some distance. Squirrel-cups in abundance ; though very regular in other respects, these little flowers are not all colored alike: some are white, others pink, lilac, or grayish blue. They are a nice little flower, with a mod- est, unobtrusive air, which is very engaging. When they first appear, they shoot up singly, each blossom alone on its downy stalk; but now they have gained courage, standing in little groups, gleaming gayly above the withered foliage. Their young downy leaves do not show yet, although a few of last year’s growth are found, in a half-evergreen state. One often sees these flowers at the foot of trees, growing on their roots, as it were ; and perhaps it is this position, which, added to their downy, furred leaves and stems, has given them the name of squirrel-cups—a prettier name, certainly, for a wood flower, than liverwort, or its Latin version, hepatica.
The small yellow violets are springing up; they also show their golden heads before their leaves are out. It seems singular that the flower, which is the most precious and delicate part of the plant, should, ever be earlier than the leaf, yet it is the case with many plants, great and small; among trees it is very common. Doubtless there is a good reason for it, which one would like to know, as the learned in such matters have probably found it out.
The arbutus is now open everywhere in the woods and groves. How pleasant it is to meet the same flowers year after year! If the blossoms were liable to change—if they were to become capri- cious and irregular—they might excite more surprise, more curiosi- ty, but we should love them less; they might be just as bright, and gay, and fragrant under other forms, but they would not be
the violets, and squirrel-cups, and ground laurels we loved last
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year. Whatever your roving fancies may say, there is a virtue in constancy which has a reward above all that fickle change can bestow, giving strength and purity to every affection of life, and even throwing additional grace about the flowers which bloom in our native fields. We admire the strange and brilliant plant of the green-house, but we love most the simple flowers we have loved of old, which have bloomed many a spring, through rain and sunshine, on our native soil.
Radishes from the hot-beds to-day.
Thursday, 27th.—A flock of the rusty black-bird or grakles about the village ; they have been roving to and fro several days. We generally see these birds for a short time in autumn and spring, but they do not remain here. They move in flocks, and attract attention whenever they are in the neighborhood, by perching to- gether on some tree. Half those now here are brown; both the females and the younger males being of this color: there is a great difference, also, between the males and females, as regards size.
All kinds of black-birds are rare here; they are said to have been very numerous indeed at the settlement of the country, but have very much diminished in numbers of late years. And yet, they are still very common in some of the oldest parts of the country, where they are a very great annoyance to the farmers. These rusty grakles are northern birds; the common black-bird, occasionally seen here in small parties, comes from the south. The red wing black-bird or starling, we have never seen in this county; it may possibly be found here, but certainly is not so common as elsewhere. Nor is the cow-bunting often seen
with us ; and as all these birds are more or less gregarious, they
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soon attract attention wherever they appear. They are arrant corn thieves, all of them. It is odd, that although differmg in many respects, these birds of black plumage, with the crow at their head, have an especial partiality for the maize.
Saturday, 29th.—The tamaracks are putting forth their bluish green leaves, the lightest in tint of all their tribe; the young cones are also coming out, reminding one somewhat of small straw- berries by their color and form, but they soon become decidedly purple, then green, and at last brown. The tamarack is very common about the marshy grounds of this county, attaining its full height in our neighborhood. There are many planted in the village, and in summer they are a very pleasant tree, though in- ferior to the European larch. Some individuals become diseased and crooked—a great fault in a tree, whose outline is marked by nature with so much regularity—though the same capricious bro- ken line often becomes a beauty in wood of a naturally free and careless growth. ‘This defect is much more common among trans- planted tamaracks, than with those you find growing wild in the low grounds.
May \st.—Cloudy sky; showery; not so bright as becomes May-day. Nevertheless, we managed to seize the right moment for a walk, with only a little sprinkling at the close. It would not do to go into the woods, so we were obliged to be satisfied with following the highway. By the rails of a meadow fence, we found a fine border of the white puccoon; these flowers, with their large, pure white petals, look beautifully on the plant, but they soon fall to pieces after beng gathered, and the juice in their stalks stains one’s hands badly. We gathered a few, however,
by way of doing our Maying, adding to them some violets scat-
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tered along the road-side, and a bunch of the golden flowers of the marsh marigold, which enticed us off the road into a low, boggy spot, by their bright blossoms; a handsome flower, this— the country people call it cowslip, though differmg entirely from the true plant of that name.
The golden willows are coming into leaf. The weeping willow is not seen here, our winters are too severe for it. Some persons think, that by watching a young tree carefully, and giving it sev- eral years to take root, without being discouraged by its slow growth, it would in time become acclimated; the experiment is now going on, but its success is very doubtful. At present, there is no weeping willow within some distance of us, excepting a cou- ple of young nurslings in gardens of the village. Not that we aretoofar north for this tree, since it is found, even on this con- tinent, in a higher latitude than our own. which is 42° 50°; but the elevation of this highland valley above the sea, usually called 1200 feet, gives us a cooler climate than we should otherwise have. The native willows of America are numerous, but they are all small trees, many mere bushes; the tallest in our own neigh- borhood, are about five-and-twenty feet high. The golden wil- low of Europe, however, is common here, and thrives very well, attaining its full size; some of these in the village are very hand- some trees; they are now just putting out their first tender green leaflets, which, as they grow larger, take a much graver color.
When we read of those willows of Babylon, in whose shade the children of Israel sat down and wept, thousands of years ago, we naturally think of the weeping willow which we all know to be an Asiatic tree. But the other day, while reading an obser-
vation of a celebrated Easter: traveller, the idea suggested itself,
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that this common impression might possibly be erroneous. ‘The present desolation of the country about Babylon is well known; the whole region, once sc fertile, appears now to be little better than a desert, stripped alike of its people, its buildings, and its vegetation, all of which made, in former times, its surpassing glory and its wealth. If at one moment of a brief spring, grass and flowers are found upon those shapeless ruins, a scorching sun soon blasts their beauty; as for trees, these are so few that they scarcely appear in the general view, though, on nearer observation, some are found here and there. One of these, described by Mr. Rich, as an evergreen, like the lignum-yvitz, is so old that the Arabs say it dates with the ruins on which it stands, and it is thought that it may very possibly be a descendant of one of the same species in. the hanging gardens of Nebuchadnezzar, which are supposed to have occupied the same site. Immediately on the banks of the river, there is also said to be a fringe of jungle, and here willows are growing ; but they are not described as the weeping willow. Speaking of the Euphrates, Sir Robert Ker Porter says: “Its banks were hoary with reeds, and the gray ozier willows were yet ‘there, on which the captives of Israel hung up their harps.” Now it is scarcely probable that a writer of the merit of Sir R. Porter, familiar with the weeping willow, as he must have been, would describe that beautiful tree as a gray ozeer. Several other travel- lers also speak of the fringe of jungle on the Euphrates, and the ozeer growing there. Not one of several we have been looking over, mentions the noble weeping willow; on the contrary, the impression is generally left that the trees are insignificant in size, and of an inferior variety. If such be really the case, then, and
the term grav ezier be correct—if willows are growing to-day
THE WILLOW. : 53 where willows are known to have stood ages since—is it not nat- ural to suppose that both belonged to the same species? Such is the view Sir R. Porter has taken, whatever variety the trees may belong to. He supposes them to be the same which shaded the captives of Israel. Altogether, after reading the passage of this distinguished traveller, one feels some misgivings lest the claim of the weeping willow, in connection with the 187th Psalm, prove unfounded. One would like to see the proofs clearly made out in behalf of the weeping willow. The assertion, that it is the tree of the Psalmist is universally made, but we have never yet seen a full and complete account of the grounds for this opinion ; and, so far as we can discover, no such statement has yet been published. Probably, however, the question may be very easily settled by those who have learning and books at command. Oziers are incidentally made mention of by very ancient authors in connection with Babylon. The framework of the rude boats, described by Herodotus, was of ozier. This at least is the word given in the translation, and many modern travellers assure us that oziers are now applied to the same purpose by the boatmen of Mesopotamia. Another evidence that this kind of willow was formerly common on that ground, is found in the ruins them- selves. M. Beauchamp, in the account of his investigations of the remains of Babylon, during the last century, says: “The bricks are cemented with bitumen. Occasionally layers of oziers in bitu- men are found.” Other travellers speak of reeds also in the bitumen ; so that the plant, and the tree, named by Sir R. Porter, as now found on the banks of the Euphrates—the ozier and the reed— are thus proved, by the most clear and positive evidence, to have
also existed there in ancient times.
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Two versions of the 137th Psalm have been given to the Christian world by the Church of England, and they differ in some minor points of the translations. That in the Psalter of the Prayer Book was one of the earliest works of the Reformation, taken from the Septuagint, in the time of Archbishop Cranmer. It does not name the tree on which the Israelites hung their harps. “ By the waters of Babylon we sat and wept when we remembered thee, O Sion. As for our harps, we hanged them up upon the trees that are therem. For they that led us away captive required of us then a song and melody in our heaviness. Sing us one of the songs of Sion.” The translation in the Holy Bible, made later, from the original, approaches still nearer to the simple dig- nity of the Hebrew: ‘By the waters of Babylon there we sat down, yea, we wept when we remembered Zion. We hanged our harps upon the we/ows in the midst thereof. For there, they that carried us away captive required of us a song; and they that wasted us required of us mirth, saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion.”
The two translations of this noble Psalm, also differ slightly in their last verses. In the Prayer Book, these verses stand as follows: ‘“O, daughter of Babylon, wasted with misery, yea, happy shall he be that rewardeth thee, as thou hast served us. Blessed shall he be that taketh thy children and dasheth them against the stones.” The translation of the Holy Bible, by closer adherence to the original, in a single phrase becomes more di- rectly prophetic m character: ‘“O, daughter of Babylon, who art to be destroyed (or wasted), happy shall he be that rewardeth thee, as thou hast served us. Happy shall he be that taketh
and dasheth thy little ones against the stones.”
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To the utmost has this fearful prophecy been fulfilled: Baby- lon has been destroyed ; the cruelties with which she visited Je- rusalem were repaid her in full by the awful justice of the Al- mighty, and the happy fame of her Persian conqueror has long been firmly fixed in history. What sublime, prophetic power in those simple words—‘“ who art to be destroyed ”’—when ad- dressed by the weeping captive to the mighty city, then in the height of her power and her pride! That destruction has long since been complete ; Babylon is wasted indeed ; and we learn with interest from the traveller, that beside her shapeless ruins, stand the “ gray ozier willows, on which the captives of Israel hung up their harps;” mute and humble witnesses of the surrounding desolation.
Wednesday, 8d.—Pleasant walk on the open hill-side. Sweet, quiet day; if the leaves were out, they would not stir, for the winds are all asleep. Walking over pasture-ground, we did not find many flowers: only a few violets here and there, and some young strawberry flowers, the first fruit-bearing blossom of the year. The fern is coming up, its woolly heads just appearing above ground, the broad frond closely rolled within ; presently the down will grow darker, and the leaves begin to uncurl. The humming-birds, and some of the many warblers, use the wool of the young fern-stalks to line their nests.
The valley looked pleasantly from the hill-side this afternoon ; the wheat-fields are now very brilliant in their verdure, some of a golden green, others of a deeper shade. Nearly half the fields are ploughed this season, and the farms look like new-made gar- dens. As we stood on the quiet, open down, a sweet song, from
a solitary bird, broke the stillness charmingly: it came from the
a
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edge of a bare wood above, but we could not see the little
singer.
The beech-bushes have a comical look at this season, growing many together, and huddling their dead leaves so tenaciously about their lower branches, they put one in mind of a flock of bantam chickens, with well feathered legs; one would think these warm May-days, they would be glad to throw off their winter furbelows.
Thursday, 4th.—Potatoes planted in the garden to-day. First mess of asparagus. Also, ice at table.
The chimney-swallows have come in their usual large num- bers, and our summer flock of swallows is now complete. Of the six more common varieties of this bird found in North Amer- ica,* we have four in our neighborhood, and the others are also found within a short distance of us.
The white-bellied swallows came first to the village this year ; they are generally supposed to be rather later than the barn-swal- lows. This pretty bird has been confounded with the European martin; but itis peculiar to America, and confined, it would seem, to our part of the continent, for their summer flight reaches to the fur countries, and they winter in Louisiana. It is said to resem- ble the water-martin of Europe in many of its habits, being par- tial to the water, often perching and roosting on the sedges ; they are very numerous on the coast of Long Island, but they are also very common in this mland county. Occasionally, you see them on the branches of trees, which is not usual with others
of their tribe.
* Three other varieties have been observed in North America, but they are all rare. The beautiful violet-green swallow of the Rocky Mountains, Vaux Chim-
ney Swift, on the Columbia, and the rough-winged swallow of Louisiana.
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The barn-swallow resembles, in many respects, the European chimney-swallow ; yet it is, in fact, a different variety—entirely American. Where the European bird is white, ours is bright chestnut. They are one of the most numerous birds we have; scarcely a barn in the country is without them; they seldom choose any other building for their home. They are very busy, cheerful, happy tempered creatures, remarkably peaceable in their disposition, friendly to each other, and to man also. Though livmg so many together, it is remarkable that they do not quarrel, showing what may be done in this way by sensible birds, though very sensible men and women seem, too often, to feel no scruples about quarrelling themselves, or helping their neighbors to do so. They are often seen at rest on the barn roofs, and just before leaving us for a warmer climate, they never fail to collect out of doors on the fences and plants. They go as far north as the sources of the Mississippi, and winter far beyond our southern boundary.
The chimney-swallow is also wholly American. The European bird, which builds in chimneys, is\very different in many respects,
placing its nest frequently in other situations, while our own is never known, under any circumstances, to build elsewhere. Be- fore the country was civilized, they lived in hollow trees; but now, with a unanimity in their plans which is very striking, they have entirely deserted the forest, and taken up their abode in our chimneys. They still use twigs, however, for their nests, show- ing that they were originally a forest bird ; while many others, as the robin and the oriole, for instance, gladly avail themselves of any civilized materials they find lying about, such as strings,
thread, paper, &c., &c. Our chimney swift has no beauty to 3%
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boast of ; it is altogether plain, and almost bat-like in appearance, but, in its way, it is remarkably clever and skilful. It is as good* at clinging to a bare wall, or the trunk of a tree, as the wood- pecker, its tail being shaped like that of those birds, and used for the same purpose, as a support. The air is their peculiar element; here they play and chase the insects, and feed and sing after their fashion, with an eager, rapid twitter; they have little to do with the earth, and the plants, and the trees, never alighting, ex- cept within a chimney. They feed entirely on the wing, sup- plying their young also, when they are able to fly, in the same manner, and they seem to drink flying as they skim over the water. A cloudy, damp day is their delight, and one often sees them out in the rain. How they provide the twigs for their nests, one would like to know, for they are never observed looking for their materials on the ground, or about the trees ;—probably they pick them up as they skim the earth. Their activity is wonder- ful, for they are on the wing earlier and later than any other of their busy tribe. Often of a summer’s evening one sees them pass when it is quite dark—near nine o’clock—and the next morn- ing they will be up, perhaps, at three; they are said, indeed, to feed their young at night, so that they can have but little rest at that season. Some persons shut up their chimneys against them, on account of the noise, which keeps one awake at times; and they have a trick of getting down into rooms through the fire- place, which is troublesome to neat housekeepers ; the greatest objection against them, however, is the rubbish they collect m the chimneys. Still one cannot quarrel with them; for their rapid wheeling flight, and eager twitter about the roof of a house, gives
it a very cheerful character through the summer. They will not
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build in a flue that is used for fire, but mind the smoke so little that they go in and out, and put up their nests in an adjoming flue of the same chimney. They remain later than the barn- swallow, go farther north in spring, and winter beyond the limits of our northern continent.
The purple martin is another bird belonging to our Western World, entirely different from the martin of Europe; it is a bird of wide range, however, over this continent, reaching from the Equator to the northern fur countries. The largest of its tribe, it is a very bold, courageous creature, attacking even hawks and eagles when they come into its neighborhood; but it is always very friendly and familiar with man. Mr. Wilson mentions that not only the white man builds his martin-house for these friends of his, but the negroes on the southern plantations put up long canes with some contrivance to invite them to build about their huts; and the Indians also cut off the top branch of a sapling, near their wigwams, and hang a gourd or calabash on the prongs for their convenience. Although these birds are so common in most parts of the country, yet they are comparatively rare with us. Formerly they are said to have been more numerous, but at present so little are they known, that most people will tell you there are none about the village. On making inquiries, we found that many persons had never even heard their name. Bird-nesting boys know nothing of them, while farmers and gardeners, by the half dozen, told us there were no martins about. We stopped before an out-building, the other day, with a martin-house in the gable, and asked if there were any birds in it. “There are no
martins in this neighborhood,” was the answer, adding that they
had been seen some dozen miles off. Again, passing through a
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barn-yard, we asked a boy if there were any martins there. “Martins ?” he inquired, looking puzzled. “No, marm; I never heard tell of such birds hereabouts.” The same question was very often asked, and only, in two or three instances, received a different answer; some elderly persons replying that formerly there certainly were martins here. At length, however, we dis- covered a few, found their abode, and observed them coming and gomg, and a little later, we saw others on a farm about two miles from the village ; still, their numbers must be very small when compared with the other varieties which everybody knows, and which are almost constantly in sight through the warm weather. It is possible that the flock may have been diminished, of late years, by some accidental cause; but such, at least, is the state of things just now.
The pretty little bank-swallow, another very common and nu- merous tribe, is entirely a stranger here, though found on the banks of lakes and rivers at no great distance; we have seen them, indeed, in large flocks, among the sand-hills near the Sus- quehanna, just beyond the southern borders of the county. This is the only swallow common to both hemispheres, and it is of this bird that M. de Chateaubriand remarks he had found it every- where, in all his wandermgs over Asia, Africa, Europe, and America.
That the cliff-swallow should also be a stranger here, is not at all remarkable; a few years since, there were none east of the Mississippi. In 1824, a smgle pair first appeared within the limits of New York, at a tavern near Whitehall, a short distance from Lake Champlain; shortly after Gov. De Witt Clinton intro-
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they are now rapidly increasing and spreading themselves over the country. The Rocky Mountains seem to have been their great rallying ground; they are found there in great numbers ; and as the Prince of Canino observes, they have advanced eastward to meet the white man. These new-comers remain but a short time, about six weeks in June and July, and then disappear again, tak- ing flight for tropical America. They are entirely unknown in Europe, or any part of the old world. They have more variety in their markings than most swallows.
Friday, 5th.—¥ine shower last night, with thunder and light- ning; everything growing delightfully. Such days and nights as these, in early spring, the effect produced on vegetation, by electricity and rain together, is really wonderful. M. de Candolle, the great botanist, mentions an instance in which the branches of a grape-vine grew, during a thunder shower, no less than an inch and a quarter in the course of an hour and a half! Really, at that rate, one might almost see the plant grow.
The young buds are coming out beautifully; the tufts of scar- let flowers on the soft maples are now daintily tipped with the tender green of the leaf-buds in their midst, and the long green flowers of the sugar maple have come out on many trees; yes- terday, there were none to be seen. White blossoms are open- ing in drooping clusters, also, on the naked branches of the June- berry ; this is a tree which adds very much to the gayety of our spring; it is found in every wood,and always covered with long pendulous bunches of flowers, whether a small shrub or a large tree. There is one in the churchyard of great beauty, a tree perhaps five-and-thirty feet in height; and standing among ever-
greens as it does, it looks beautifully at this season, when covered
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with its pendant white blossoms. There is a tree in Savoy, called there, the amelanchier, near of kin to this of ours. The poplar, or poppels as the country people call them, are already half- leaved, How rapid is the advance of spring at this moment of her joyous approach! And how beautiful are all the plants in their graceful growth, the humblest herb unfolding its every leaf in beauty, full of purpose and power !
Saw a little blue butterfly on the highway. Gathered a fine bunch of pink ground laurel, unusually large and fragrant , they have quite out-lasted the squirrel-cups, which are withered. Saw a fine maroon moose-flower—its three-leaved blossom as large as a tulip—the darkest and largest of our early spring flowers.
Saturday, 6th—Warm, soft day. The birds are in an ecstasy, Goldfinches, orioles, and blue-birds enliven the budding trees with their fine voices and gay plumage; wrens and song-sparrows are hopping and singing about the shrubbery ; robins and chip- ping-birds hardly move out of your way on the grass and gravel, and scores of swallows are twittering in the air, more active, more chatty than ever ;—all busy, all happy, all at this season more or less musical. Birds who’ scarcely sing, have a peculiar cry, heard much more clearly and frequently at this season, than any other ;—the twittering of the swallows, for instance, and the pro- longed chirrup of the chipping-bird, so like that of the locust, when heard from the trees. The little creatures always enjoy a fine day extremely, but with more zest during this their honeymoon, than at any other season. Our summer company have now all arrived, or, rather, our runaways have come back; for it is plea- sant to remember that these are really at home here, born and
raised, as the Kentuckians say, in these groves, and now have
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come back to build nests of their own among their native branches. The happiest portion of their bird-life is passed with us. Many of those we see flitting about, at present, are doubtless building within sight and sound of our windows; some years we have counted between forty and fifty nests in our own trees, without including a tribe of swallows. Many birds like a village life ; they seem to think man is a very good-natured animal, building chim- neys and roofs, planting groves, and digging gardens for their especial benefit; only, they wonder not a little, that showing as he does a respectable portion of instinct, he should yet allow those horrid creatures—boys. and cats—to run at large in his domain.
Monday, 8th.—On many of the sugar maples the long flowers are hanging in slender green clusters, while on others they have not yet come out; and year after year we find the same difference between various individuals of the same species of maple, more marked, it would seem, among these than with other trees. Some are much in advance of others, and that without any apparent cause —trees of the same age and size growing side by side, varying this way, showing a constitutional difference, like that observed in human beings among members of one family. Frequently the young leaves of the sugar maple are only a day or two behind the flowers; they begin to appear, at least, at that time, but on others, again, they wait until the blossoms are falling. These green flowers hanging in full clusters on long filaments, give a pleasing character to the tree, having the look of foliage at a little distance. Generally they are a pale green, but at times, on
some trees, straw-color. The sugar maples, unlike many other
flowering trees, do not blossom young; the locusts, amelanchiers,
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fruit trees generally, &., &c., blossom when mere shrubsthree or. four feet high; but the sugar maple and the scarlet maple are good-sized trees before they flower. There are many about the village which are known to be twenty years old, and they have not yet blossomed.
The American maples—the larger sorts, at least—the sugar, the scarlet, and the silver maples, are assuredly very fine trees. <A healthful luxuriance of growth marks their character ; regular and somewhat rounded in form when allowed to grow in freedom, their branches and trunks are very rarely distorted, having almost invariably an easy upward inclination more or less marked. The bark on younger trees, and upon the limbs of those which are older, is often very beautifully mottled in. patches or rings of clear grays, lighter and darker—at times almost as white as that on the delicate birches. The northern side of the branches is usually with us much more speckled than that toward the south. They are also very cleanly, free from troublesome vermin or in- sects. Few trees have a finer foliage; deep lively green in color, while the leaves are large, of a handsome form, smooth and olossy, and very numerous; for it is a peculiarity of theirs, that they produce every year many small shoots, each well covered with leayes. When bare in winter, one remarks that their fine spray is decidedly thicker than that of many other trees. To these advantages they add their early flowers in spring, and a beautiful brilliancy of colormg in the autumn. The European maple, a different tree entirely, comes into leaf after the elm, and is even later than the ash; but those of this part of the world have the farther merit of being numbered among the earlier trees of the forest.
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Nor does the luxuriant beauty of the maple mislead us as to its properties ; it is a highly valuable wood. We should be very thankful for its sugar, if that imported from other regions could not be procured; to the Indians it was very precious, one of the very few luxuries known to them. Jn winter, it ranks with the better sorts of fuel for heat and a cheerful blaze, and the different kinds are employed for very many useful and ornamental pur- poses. <A large amount of furniture of the better sort is made of the various maples. A few years back, maple ranked next to mahogany for these purposes, but lately black walnut has been more in favor. With the exception of the ash-leaved variety, a Western tree, all the American maples are said to be found in this county. The moose-wood,* a small tree of graceful, airy growth, and bearmg the prettiest flowers of the tribe, to whose young shoots the moose is said to have been so partial; the mountain maple, a shrub growing in thick clumps with an upright flower, the scarlet maple, the silver, the sugar, and the black sugar ma- ples, are all included among our trees. They all, except the shrubby mountain maple, yield a portion of sweet sap, though none is so liberal in the supply as the common sugar maple. The very largest trees of this kind in our neighborhood are said to be about three feet in diameter, and those of forest growth attain to a great height, from sixty to eighty feet ; but the common maples about the country are rarely more than eighteen inches in diam-
eter, and forty or fifty feet high.t As their wood is usually sound
* Sometimes twenty feet high, in this county, + The sugar maple does not thrive in England, seldom growing there to more than ‘fifteen feet in height. The silver maple, on the contrary, succeeds very well
in Europe.
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and healthy, they probably attain to the age of the elm, or ash, &e., &c., but we have never heard any accurate calculations on the subject.
Tuesday, 9th.—The lake very beautiful; there is often, at this time of the year, a delicacy and softness in the waters, produced, no doubt, by the atmosphere of a still spring day, which is in beautiful harmony with the season.
A pleasant hour toward evening, pacing to and fro under a mild, cloudy sky, near the bridge; the birds seem to have col- lected there for our especial amusement, but in reality, were at- tracted, no doubt, by some insects from the water; it was a greater gathermg than we have seen this spring, and several among the party were of more interest than usual. Swallows by scores, chimney, barn, and white-bellied, were sailing about us in ceaseless motion, now passing above, now below the bridge, often so near that we might almost have touched them. A Pheebe- bird sat quietly on a maple branch within a stone’s throw, giving us a song ever and anon, as we passed up and down; they have a trick of sitting in that way on the same twig, at no great dis- tance from their nest, and they are much given to build about bridges. Robins were there, of course, they are never out of sight at this season; sparrows were stealing m and out of the bushes, while goldfinches and blue-birds were coming and going. But these were all familiar; it was a couple of little birds flut- tering about the blossoms of a red maple, that chiefly attracted eur attention, from their novelty ; their yellow, and red, and brown markings, and peculiar quick, restless movements among the branches, were new to us. ‘They were half an hour in sight, and
several times we stood very near the maples where they were
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feeding ; one of them flew away, but the other remained, coming nearer and nearer, from branch to branch, from tree to tree, until he reached the fence by which we stood. We were very anx- ious to discover what bird it was, for under such circumstances, it is tantalizing not to be able to settle the question. We sup- posed, at first, that they were strangers, on their way north, for about this time, many such transient visitors are passing north- ward, and only loitermg here and there by the way. It is not usual, however, for such birds to travel in pairs, and these seemed. mated, for after one had flown away down the river, the other showed a strong determination to take the same course, as though there might be the beginning of a nest in that direction. He madea motion toward taking flight, then observing us, stopped; we stood quite still in the walk, the bird sitting on the branch for a min- ute ormore. ‘Then again he made a movement, and took flight in the direction which crossed our path; but, silly little fellow that he was, after flymg a yard or two, which brought him immedi- ately before us, where we might essily have struck him with a parasol, his courage failed: he continued fluttering on the spot, or rather lying-to in the air, as a sailor might say, when, awk- wardly changing his direction, he flew back to the very branch he had quitted. An unusual manceuvre this, for a bird; and strange- ly enough, he repeated this proceeding twice, seeming very anx- ious to follow his companion down the river, and yet dreading to pass so near such formidable creatures as ourselves. Again he took flight, again he paused and fluttered just before us, again returned to the branch he had left. Silly little thing, he might easily have soared far above us, mstead of passing so near, or
sitting on a branch where we could have killed him a dozen times
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over, if wickedly inclined; but he behaved so oddly, that had we been either snakes or witches, we should have been accused of fascinating him. Again, the third time, he took flight, and pass- Ing near us as quickly as possible, his heart no doubt beating ter- nbly at the boldness of the feat, he succeeded at last in cross- ing the bridge, and we soon lost sight of him among the bushes on the bank. But while he sat on the branch, and especially as he twice fluttered with distended wings before us, we saw his markings very plainly; they came nearer to those of the yellow red-poll than any other bird of which we could obtain a plate. This is a southern bird, scarcely supposed to breed so far north, I believe, and it is quite possible that the strangers may have been some other variety. The yellow red-poll, however, is said to be very partial to the maple flowers, and these were found feeding on the maple blossoms, hopping from one tree to another.
This pretty stranger had scarcely flown away, when a great awkward kingfisher rose from the river, passing above the bridge, screaming with surprise when he found a human creature nearer than he had supposed ; he also flew down the river. Then a party of chicadees alighted among the alder bushes. These were follow- ed by a couple of beautiful little kinglets, ruby crowns, among the smallest of their race; and while all these lesser birds were moy- ing about us, a great hawk, of the largest size, came along from the lake, and continued wheeling for some time over a grove of pines in an adjoining field. We were not learned enough to know what variety of hawk this was, but every other bird of that nu- merous flock—robins, sparrows, swallows, ruby crowns, blue-birds, goldfinch, Phoebe-bird, chicadee, kingfisher, and the doubtful yel-
low red-poll—were all varieties peculiar to America.
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Wednesday, 10th.—More or less rainy and showery for the last day or two. It has thus far been raining steadily all day, which does not happen very often; the fires are lighted again. Much too wet for walking, but it is pleasant to watch the growth of things from the windows. The verdure has deepened several shades during the last four-and-twenty hours; all the trees now show the touch of spring, excepting the locusts and sumachs, in which the change is scarcely perceptible. Even the distant for- est trees now show a light green coloring in their spray, and the ploughed fields, sown with oats some ten days since, are chang- ing the brown of the soil for the green of the young blades.
The rain seems to disturb the birds very little, they are hopping about everywhere in search of their evening meal.
Thursday, 11th.—Black and white creepers in the shrubbery ; they are a very pretty bird, so delicately formed. A large party of purple finches also on the lawn; this handsome bird comes from the far north at the approach of severe weather, and win- ters in different parts of the Union, according to the character of the season ; usually remaining about Philadelphia and New York until the middle of May. Some few, however, are known to pass the summer in our northern counties; and we find that a certain number also remain about our own lake, having frequently met them in. the woods, and occasionally observed them about the vil- lage gardens, in June and July. Their heads and throats are much more crimson than purple just now, and they appear to great advantage, feeding in the fresh grass, the sun shining on their brilliant heads; more than half the party, however, were brown, as usual, the young males and females being without the
red coloring, They feed in the spring upon the blossoms of flow-
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ering trees ; but this afternoon they were eating the seeds out of decayed apples scattered about the orchards.
Also saw again one of the strange birds—yellow red-polls—we watched near the bridge, but could not approach as near as at the first interview ; he was in our own garden among the beds, appa- rently eating insects as well as maple blossoms.
Walked in the woods. The fly-honeysuckle is in full leaf, as well as in flower; it is one of our earliest shrubs. We have sev- eral varieties of the honeysuckle tribe in this State. The scarlet honeysuckle, so common in our gardens, is a native plant found near New York, and extending to the southward as far as Carolina. The fragrant woodbine, also cultivated, is found wild in many woods of this State ; the yellow honeysuckle grows in the Catskill Moun- tains; a small variety with greenish yellow flowers, and the hairy honeysuckle with pale yellow blossoms and large leaves, are among our plants. There are also three varieties of the fly- honeysuckle, regular northern plants, one bearing red, another purple, another blue berries; the first is very common here, found in every wood; there is said to be a plant almost identical with this in Tartary.
Friday, 12th.—The aspens are in leaf, and look beautifully on the hill-side, their tremulous foliage being among the very earliest to play in the spring breezes, as their downy seeds are the first of the year to fly abroad ;these are as common in the wood at one moment in the spring, as the thistle-down later in the season among the fields ; one often sees them lying in little patches along the highway, looking like a powdering of snow-flakes. The birds of some more delicate tribes use this down to line their nests—
the humming-bird, for mstance. We have been looking and in-
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quiring for the Tackamahac, the great northern or balsam poplar ; it is found at Niagara and on Lake Champlain, but the farmers about here seem to know nothing of it. This is a tree of some interest, from the fact that it preserves its size longer than any other wood as it approaches the pole, and the greater portion of the drift-wood in the arctic seas belong to this species. On the north- west coast, it is said to attain a very great size, one hundred and sixty feet in height, and twenty feet in diameter! Poplars, through their different varieties, appear to stretch far over the globe, some being found in the heart of the warm countries of Southern Eu- rope and Asia, others on the skirts of the arctic regions. The wood used for architectural purposes in the sultry plains of Meso- potamia is said to be almost wholly a variety of the poplar, a na- tive of Armenia, which is the region of the peach.
Saturday, 13th.—It still continues showery, in spite of several attempts to -clear, We have had much more rain than usual lately. A high gust came sweeping down the valley this after- noon, driving the rain in heavy sheets before the face of the hills, while pines and hemlocks were tossing their arms wildly on the mountain-tops, and even the bare locusts bent low before the wind ; white-caps were rolling with much more power than usual in our placid lake; the garden-walks and the roads were flooded in a moment, and pools formed in every hollow on the lawn; the water literally poured down upon us as if from some other re- ceptacle than the clouds. Let us hope this is the closing shower, for one longs to be abroad in the woods again.
Monday, 15th.—Beautiful day. Long drive and walk in the hills and woods. While we have been housed in the village, how
much has been going on abroad! The leaves are opening rapidly,
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many of the scarlet maples have their foliage quite formed and colored, though scarcely full-sized yet. The old chestnuts and oaks are in movement, the leaves of the last coming out quite pinkish, a bit of finery of which one would hardly suspect the
chiefs of the forest, but so it was in Chaucer’s time:
‘© Every tree well from his fellowes grewe ‘With branches broad ; laden with leaves newe, That springen out against the sunne’s sheene,
Some very red, and some a glad light greene.” }
Very many of the trees open their leaf-buds with a warm tint in the green; either brown, or pink, or purplish. Just now, the leaves of the June-berry are dark reddish brown, in rich con- trast with its white pendulous flowers. Some of the small oak leaves, especially those of the younger trees, are the deepest crimson; the sugar maples are faintly colored; the scarlet maples, on the contrary, are pure green, seeming to have given all their color to the flowers; the mountain maples are highly colored, and the bracts of the moose-wood are quite rosy, as well as some of their leaves. Elms seem to be always green, and so are the beeches; the black birch is faintly tinged with russet at first, the others are quite green. ‘The ashes and hickory are a very light green. It is said that this tenderness and variety of tint in the verdure, so charming in spring as we know the season, be- longs especially to a temperate climate. In tropical countries, the buds, unguarded by bracts like our own, are said to be much darker; and in arctic regions, the young leaves are also said to be of a darker color, One would like to know if this last asser-
tion be really correct, as it seems difficult to account for the fact.
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Flowers are unfolding on all sides—in the fields, along the road-side, by the fences, and in the silent forest. One cannot go far, on any path, without finding some fresh blossoms. ‘This is a delightful moment everywhere, but, in the woods, the awakening of spring must ever be especially fine. The chill sleep of winter in a cold climate is most striking within the forest; and now we behold life and beauty awakening there in every object ; the varied foliage clothing in tender wreaths every naked branch, the pale mosses reviving, a thousand young plants arismg above the blighted herbage of last year in cheerful succession, and ten thousand. sweet flowers standing in modest beauty, where, awhile since, all was dull and lifeless.
Violets are found everywhere; the moose-flowers are increas- ing in numbers; young strawberry blossoms promise a fine crop of fruit; the whortleberry-cups are hanging thickly on their low branches, and the early elders are showing their dark, chocolate flower-buds, which we should never expect to open white. The ferns are also unrollng thew long-colored fans. We gathered some ground laurel, but the squirrel-cups are forming their seed.
Tuesday, 16th.—Warm, cloudy day. The weather clears slowly, but the air is delightful, so soft and bland. Sirolled away from the village in quiet fields by the river, where sloping meadows and a border of wood shut one out from the world. Sweetly calm; nothing stirring but the river flowing gently past, and a few solitary birds flitting quietly to and fro, like messen- gers of peace. The sunshine is scarcely needed to enhance the
beauty of May. The veil of a cloudy sky seems, this evening, to
throw an additional charm over the sweetness of the season.
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wisdom of our Heavenly Father, are displayed in so great a de- gree of condescending tenderness to unworthy, sinful man, as must appear quite incomprehensible—entirely incredible to reason alone—were it not for the recollection of the mercies of past years, the positive proofs of experience; while Faith, with the holy teaching of Revelation, proclaims “the Lord, the Lord God, mer- ciful and gracious, long-suffermg, and abundant in mercy and goodness.” What have the best of us done to merit one such day in a lifetime of follies, and failings, and sins? The air we breathe so pure and balmy, the mottled heavens above so mild and kindly, the young herb beneath our feet so delicately fresh, every plant of the field decked in beauty, every tree of the forest
clothed in dignity, all unite to remind us, that, despite our own
unworthiness, ‘‘ God’s mercies are new every day.”
Perhaps some of us have carried heavy hearts about with us during the month of May. ‘There is sorrow on earth amid the joys of spring as at other seasons, but at this gracious and beau- tiful period the works of the Great Creator unite in themselves to cheer the sad. Often during hours of keen regret, of bitter dis- appointment, of heavy grief, man is called upon to acknowledge how powerless is the voice of his fellow-man when offering con- solation. It seems as though at such moments the witty became dull, the eloquent tedious, the wise insipid, so little are they en- abled to effect. Not, indeed, that true friendship has no balm to offer the afflicted; the sympathy of those we love is ever pre- cious, and God forbid we should despise one kindly feeling, one gentle word. But as the days roll onward amid the sorrows, the strifes, the deceits, the cares which beset our path, it must often
happen that the full measure of our grief—it may be of our
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weakness—will be known to our Maker only. We often need much more than sympathy. The wisest and greatest among us often require guidance, support, strength; and for these, when they fail on earth, we must look above. Blessed is the Christian who has then at hand the Word of God, with its holy precepts, its treasures of eternal comfort. How often to hearts, long since passed into dust, have its sacred pages proved the one source of light when all else was darkness! And, from the Book of Life, let the mourner turn to the works of his God; there the eye, which has been pained with the sight of disorder and confusion, will be soothed with beauty and excellence; the ear, wearied with the din of folly and falsehood, will gladly open to sounds of gentle harmony from the gay birds, the patient cattle, the flowing waters, the rustling leaves. It was not merely to gratify the outer senses of man that these good gifts were bestowed on the earth; they were made for our hearts, the ever-present expression of love, and mercy, and power. When the spirit is harassed by the evils of life, it is then the works of God offer to us most fully the strengthening repose of a noble contemplation; it is when the soul is stricken and sorrowful that it turns to the wise, and beautiful, smile of the creation for a clearer view of peace and
excellence :
“Vernal delight and joy, able to drive All sadness but despair.”
Christian men of ancient times were wont to illustrate the pages of the Holy Scriptures with choice religious paintings and deli- cate workmanship ; they sent far and wide for the most beautiful
colors; they labored to attain the purest lines, the most worthy
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expression, the most noble design. Not a page did they leave unadorned, not a letter where each was formed by the hand, but showed the touch of a master ;—not a blank leaf nor a margin, but bore some delicate traces of pious labors. And thus, to-day, when the precious Book of Life has been withdrawn from the cloisters and given to us all, as we bear its sacred pages about in our hands, as we carry its holy words in our hearts, we raise our eyes to the skies above, we send them abroad over the earth, alike full of the glory of Almighty Majesty,—e¢reat and worthy illumi- nations of the written Word of God.
Coming home through the fields, we found an old pine stretch- ed its entire length on the grass; it must have lain there for years, slowly mouldering away, for it was decayed throughout and fallen asunder in many places so as to follow the curving sur- face of the ground, but the whole line was entire, and measuring it with a parasol, we made its height to be more than a hundred feet, although something was wanting at.the summit.. Its diam- eter, without the bark, was less than two feet.
Wednesday, 17th.—Pleasant weather. In our early walk, be- fore breakfast, we found many of the bob’lnks playing over the meadows, singing as they flew, their liquid, gurgling medley fall- ing on the ear, now here, now there. These birds build on the cround among the grass or grain, but often perch on the trees. They are one of the few birds about us who sing on the wing, and are almost wholly meadow-birds, rarely coming into the vil- lage. Saw summer yellow-birds also, more wholly golden, and of a deeper color than the goldfinch, but not so prettily formed.
Many young leaves are dotting the trees now, spray and fo-
liage both showing. The woods are quite green; the rapidity
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with which the leaves unfold between sunrise and sunset, or dur- ing a night, is truly wonderful! The long, graceful catkins are drooping from the birches, and the more slender clusters are also in flower on the oaks. The beeches are behind most forest trees, but the leaves and some of the flowers are coming out here and there. It is given as a general rule, that those trees which keep their leaves longest in autumn are the earliest in spring, but the beech is a striking exception to this; preserving its withered leaves tenaciously even through the winter, but putting out the new foliage after many of its companions are quite green. The Comptonia or sweet-fern is in flower, the brown, catkin-like blos- soms are nearly as fragrant as the foliage; it is the only fern we have with woody branches.
Evening, 9 o’clock.—The frogs are keeping up a vigorous bass, and really, about these times, they often perform the best part of the concert. Just at this season, the early morning and late evening hours are not the most musical moments with the birds ; family cares have begun, and there was a good deal of the nurse- ry about the grove of evergreens in the rear of the house, to-night. It was amusing to watch the parents flying home, and listen to the family talk gomg on; there was a vast deal of twittering and fluttering before settling down in the nest, husband and wife seemed to have various items of household mformation to impart to each other, and the young nestlings made themselves heard very plain- ly ; one gathered a little scolding, too, on the part of some moth- er-robins. Meanwhile, the calm, full bass of the frogs comes up from the low grounds with a power that commands one’s atten-
tion, and is far from unpleasing. It reminds one of the oboe of an orchestra.
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Thursday, 18th.—The violets abound now, everywhere, in the grassy fields, and among the withered leaves of the forest ; many of them grow in charming little tufts, a simple nosegay in them- selves; one finds them in this way in the prettiest situations pos- sible, the yellow, the blue, and the white. A pretty habit, this, with many of our early flowers, growing in little sisterhoods, as it were; we rarely think of the violets singly, as of the rose, or the lily; we always fancy them together, one lending a grace to another, amid their tufted leaves.
There are many different varieties. Botanists count some fif- teen sorts in this part of the country, and with one or two excep- tions, they are all probably found in our neighborhood. There are some eight different kinds of the blue, or purple, or gray, these colors often changing capriciously ; three more are yellow ; three more again are white, and one is parti-colored or tri-color; the blue and purple are the largest. Some of these are very beau- tiful, with every grace of color or form one could desire in a violet, but not one is fragrant. It seems strange, that with all the dewy freshness and beauty of their kind, they should want this charm of the violet of the Old World; but so it is. Still, they are too pleasing and too common a flower to find fault with, even though scentless. The European violet, however, is not always fragrant ; some springs they are said to lose their odor almost entirely ; the English violet, at least, which has been attrib- uted to the dryness of the season. |
Our yellow varieties are great ornaments of the spring, and very common, though not so abundant or large as the purple; one kind, the earliest, grows in little companies of bright, golden
blossoms, which are often out before the leaves.
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‘** Ere rural fields their green resume, Sweet flower, I love in forest bare To meet thee, when thy faint perfume Alone is in the virgin air.”
Another is much larger, and grows singly.
The white are quite small, but singularly enough, one of these is fragrant, though the perfume is not so exquisite as that of the European violet; the sweet, white kind are sometimes gathered as late as August. The tri-color is a large and solitary plant, and I have known it fragrant, though it does not appear to be always so. The violets of the Western Prairies are said to be slightly fragrant, although the other flowers of that part of the country have generally no perfume.
Friday, 19th.—Fine, bright weather. ‘The apple-trees are in blossom—they opened last night by moonlight ; not one was in flower yesterday, now the whole orchard is in bloom. The orioles have been running over the fresh flowers all the morning, talk- ing to each other, meanwhile, in their clear, full tones. Delight- ful walk in the evening. We went down to the Great Meadow, beyond Mill Island; the wood which borders it was gay with the white blossoms of the wild cherries and June-berry, the wild plum and the hobble-bush, all very common with us. The even- ing air was delicately perfumed throughout the broad field, but we could not discover precisely the cause of the fragrance, as it did not seem stronger at one pomt than at another; it was rather a medley of all sprig odors. The June-berry is slightly fragrant, something like the thorn.
We found numbers of the white moose-flowers, the great petals
of the larger sorts giving them an importance which no other
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early flower of the same date can claim. There are several vari- eties of these flowers; they are quite capricious as regards color- ing and size, some being as large as lilies, others not half that size; many are pure white, others dark, others again are flushed with pale pink, or lilac, while one kind, with white petals, is marked about the heart with rich carmine tracery. Now you find one pendulous, while another by its side bears its flowers erect. Botanists call them all Zvrilliums, and a countrywoman told me, the other day, they were all “ moose-flowers.” Each vari- ety, however, has a scientific name of its own, and some are called nightshades; others wake-robins, both names belonging properly to very different plants. The true English wake-robin is an arum. The difference in their fruit is remarkable. The flowers, so much alike to the general observer, are succeeded by berries of two distinct characters: some resemble the hips of sweet-briar in color and size, though terminating in a sharp point; others bear a dark, purple fruit, strongly ribbed, but rounded in character. I have seen these as large as the common cherry. But although very similar in their growth, leaves, and petals, the hearts of the plants differ very materially, a very simple solution of what at first strikes one as smgular. We found only the white flowers, this evening, growing on the skirts of the field. It is rare to meet them beyond the woods, as they disappear before culti- vation; and these looked as though they had just stepped out of the forest to take a peep at the world.
The border of an old wood is fine ground for flowers. The soil is usually richer than common, while the sun is felt there with greater power than farther within the shady bounds. One
is almost sure of findmg blossoms there at the night season. In
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such spots we also meet a mingled society of plants which it is interesting to note. The wild natives of the woods grow there willingly, while many strangers, brought originally from over the Ocean, steal gradually onward from the tilled fields and gardens, until at last they stand side by side upon the same bank, the European weed and the wild native flower.
These foreign intruders are a bold and hardy race, driving away the prettier natives. It is frequently remarked by elderly persons familiar with the country, that our own wild flowers are very much less common than they were forty years since. Some varieties are diminishing rapidly. Flowers are described to us by those on whom we can place implicit reliance, which we search for, in vain, to-day. The strange pitcher-plant is said to have been much more common, and the moccasin-flower abounded for- merly even within the present limits of the village. Both are now rare, and it is considered a piece of good luck to find them. The fragrant azalea is also said to have colored the side-hills in earlier times, on spots where they are now only found scattered here and there.
Saturday, 20th.—The cat-birds are mewing about the grounds. They have been here some little time, usually stealng upon us unawares. They are as common here as elsewhere, and as par- tial to the society of man. A pair of these birds built for several successive years in an adjoining garden, and became quite fearless and. familiar, always seeming pleased when the owner of the gar- den appeared to work there, according to his custom, giving him a song by way of greeting, and fluttering about close at hand as
long as he remained. Last year the family moved away, but we 4%
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still see the cat-birds on the same spot, quite at home. Whether
they are the same pair or not one cannot say.
| Some persons do not admire the cat-bird, on account of his sober plumage; but the rich shaded grays of his coat strike us as particularly pleasing, and his form is elegant. His cry, to be sure, is odd enough for a bird, and sometimes when he repeats it twenty times in succession in the course of half an hour, one feels
inclined to box his ears. It is the more provoking in him to in-
sult us in this way, because some of his notes, when he chooses, are very musical—soft and liquid—as different as possible from his harsh, grating cry. Like his cousin, the mocking-bird, he often deserves a good shaking for his caprices, both belonging to the naughty class of “birds who can sing, and won't sing,” ex- cept when it suits their fancy.
The cat-bird is a great bather, like the goldfinch. He is said to use the cast-off skins of snakes to line his nest, whenever he can find them. He leaves us in October, and winters on the Gulf of Mexico.
Monday, 22d.—The apple-blossoms are charmingly fragrant now ; they have certainly the most delightful perfume of all our northern fruit-trees. | The later forest-trees are coming into leaf; the black walnuts, butternuts, sumachs, hickories, ashes, and locusts. ‘Trees with | that kind of pimnated foliage seem to be later than others. The locust is always the last to open its leaves; they are just begin- ning to show, and a number of others, which partake of the same character of foliage, have only preceded them by a week or so. | The springs are all running beautifully clear and full now. Corn
planted to-day.
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Tuesday, 23d.—The small, yellow butterflies are fluttering
‘about. These are much the most numerous of their tribe; with
us among the earliest to appear in spring, and the latest to retreat before the frosts in autumn.
Wednesday, 24th.—Warm and pleasant. The woods may now be called in leaf, though the foliage is still a tender green, and some of the leaves are not full-sized. The maples, however, so numerous in our woods, have already acquired their deep, rich summer verdure. The young shoots have started on the hem- locks, each twig being tipped with tender green, a dozen shades lighter than the rest of the foliage. These delicate light touches are highly ornamental to the tree, and give it a peculiar beauty half through the summer, for they take the darker shade very slowly. The difference between the greens of the two years’ growth is more striking on the hemlock than on any other evergreen re- membered, at this moment, either the pine, the balsam, or the Norway fir.
The hemlock spruce is a very common tree in this part of the country, and an imposing evergreen, ranking in height with the tallest oaks, and ashes, and elms of the forest. They are fre- quently met with eighty feet high. The other day, walking in the woods, we measured one which had just been felled, and it proved a hundred and four feet in height, and three feet two inches in diameter, without the bark. When young bushes, only a few feet high, they are beautiful, especially when tipped with the delicate green of the young spring shoots ; their horizontal branches often sweeping the ground, look as though they had no other object in view than to form beautiful shrubbery, very different
in this respect from the young pines, which have a determined up-
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right growth from the first, betraying their ambition to become trees as early as possible. The usual verdure of the hemlock is very dark and glossy, lying in double rows flat upon the branches. The younger spray often hangs in loose drooping tufts, and the whole tree is more or less sprinkled with pretty little cones which are very ornamental. As the hemlock grows older, it becomes often irregular, dead limbs projecting here and there, well hung with long drooping lichens of light green, which give it a vener- able aspect. Altogether it is the most mossy tree we have.
Some of the hemlocks have a much closer and more compressed upright growth than those commonly met with; so that one is almost tempted to believe there are two distinct varieties. Near the Red Brook, there is a young wood of these close-growing — hemlocks, all having the same character; but I believe it only accidental. Occasionally, but much more rarely, the same thing is seen among the pines.
The hemlock is chiefly used here for tanning, the bark being often stripped off from fine trees, which are then left to decay standing. ‘The timber is sometimes used for joists. Since the custom of making plank roads has commenced, the farmers are beginning to look with more favor upon their hemlock-trees, as this is the only wood used for the purpose, wherever it can be procured. A vast amount of hemlock timber must have already been worked up for our highways, and for paving village side- walks ; and probably all that is left will soon be appropriated to the same purposes. ‘Trees, sixteen inches in diameter, are now selling in our neighborhood for a dollar a-piece standing, when taken by the hundred. Pine-trees, standing, sell for five dollars,
although they often produce forty dollars worth of lumber. The
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porcupine is said to have been very partial to the leaves and bark of the hemlock for food.
Friday, 25th.—Beautiful day. The flowers are blooming in throngs. Our spring garland becomes fuller and richer every day. The white cool-wort* is mingled in light and airy tufts with the blue and yellow violets. The low-cornel is opening ; its cups are greenish now, but they will soon bleach to a pure white. The elegant silvery May-star is seen here and there; by its side the tall, slender mitella, while warm, rose-colored gay-wings are lying among the mosses, and each of these flowers has an interest for those who choose to make their acquaintance.
Who at first glance would think that the low-cornel, growing searce half a span high, is cousin-german to the dogwood, which boasts the dignity of a tree? A most thrifty little plant it is, making a pretty white flower of its outer cup—which in most plants is green—and after this has fallen, turning its whole heart to fruit; for wherever we now see one of the simple white blos- soms in its whorl of large green leaves, there we shall find, in August, a cluster of good-sized scarlet berries. I have counted sixteen of these in one bunch, looking like so many coral beads. Although each plant stands singly, they are very freely scattered about the wood, a hardy plant, growing far to the northward wherever pine-trees are found.
The May-star} is remarkable for its elegance, a delicate star-like blossom of the purest white standing like a gem in a setting of leaves, fine in texture and neatly cut. Some persons call this
chick wintergreen, a name which is an insult to the plant, and
* Trarela Cordifelia. + Trientalis Americana.
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to the common sense of the community. Why, it is one of the daintiest wood-flowers, with nothing in the world to do with chicks, or weeds, or winter. It is not the least of an evergreen, its leaves withering in autumn, as a matter of course, and there is
not a chicken in the country that knows it by sight or taste. Dis-
criminating people, when they find its elegant silvery flower grow-
ing in the woods beside the violet, call it May-star; and so should everybody who sees it. The cool-wort grows in patches upon many banks within the
| woods, or near them. It is a very pretty flower from its light
airy character, and the country people employ its broad, violet- shaped leaves for healing purposes. They lay them, freshly gathered, on scalds and burns, and, like all domestic receipts of the sort, they never fail of course, but “work like a charm ;” that is to say, as charms worked some hundred years ago. It is the leaves only that are used in this way, and we have seen per- sons who professed to have been much benefited by them.
| The slender mitella, or fringe-cup, or false sanicle—one does not like a false name for a flower—hangs its tiny white cups at intervals on a tall, slender, two-leaved stalk; a pretty, unpretend- ing little thing, which scatters its black seeds very early in the season. It is one of the plants we have in common with Northern Asia,
As for the May-wings,* or “ gay-wings,” they are in truth one of
the gayest little blossoms we have; growing low as they do, and many of their winged flowers together, you might fancy them
so many warm lilac, or deep rose-colored butterflies resting on
* Polygalia Panctfolia.
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the mosses. They are bright, cheerful little flowers, seldom found singly, but particularly social in their habits; twin blos- soms very often grow on the same stalk, and at times you find as many as four or five; we have occasionally gathered clusters of a dozen or eighteen blossoms in one tuft, upon three or four stalks. ‘They bloom here in profusion on the borders of the woods, by the road-side, and in some fields; we found them a day or two since, mingled with the dandelions, in a low meadow by the river; but they are especially fond of growing among the mosses, the most becoming position they could choose, their warmly-col- ored flowers lying in brilliant relief upon the dark rich ground- work. ow beautiful is this exquisite native grace of the flowers, seen in all their habits and positions! They know nothing of vanity, its trivial toils and triumphs! In unconscious, spontane- ous beauty, they live their joy-giving lives, and yet how all but impossible for man to add to their perfection in a single point! In their habits of growth, this imnate grace may be particularly observed ; there is a unity, a fitness, in the individual character of each plant to be traced most closely, not only in form, or leaf, and stem, but also in the position it chooses, and all the various accessories of its brief existence. It is this that gives to the field and wood flowers a charm beyond those of the garden. Pass through the richest and most brilliant parterre in the country, with every advantage which labor, expense, science, and thought can bestow, and you will find there no one plant that is not shorn of some portion of its native grace, a penalty which it pays for the honors of culture. They are richer perhaps, more gorgeous, the effect of the whole is more striking, but singly, they are not so wholly beautiful. Go out in the month of May and June into the
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nearest fields and groves, and you shall see there a thousand sweet plants, sowed by the gracious hand of Providence, blooming amid the common grass, in crevices of rude rocks, beside the trickling springs, upon rough and shaggy banks, with a freedom and a simple modest grace which must ever be the despair of gardeners, since it is quite inimitable by art, with all its cunning.
Saturday, 26th.—Charming day ; walked in the woods. Acci- dentally breaking away a piece of decayed wood from the dead trunk of a tree, we found a snake coiled within; it seemed to be torpid, for it did not move; we did, however—retreating at once, not caring to make a nearer acquaintance with the creature.
There are not many snakes in the neighborhood; one seldom sees them either in the fields or the woods, though occasionally they cross our path. ‘The most common are the harmless little garter snakes, with now and then a black-snake. Not long since, the workmen at the Cliffs were making a road, and two of them taking up a log to move it, a large black-snake, astonished to find his dwelling in motion, came hurrying out; he was said to have been three or four feet in length. But I have never yet heard of any persons being injured by a snake in this neighbor- hood ; most of these creatures are quite harmless—indeed, of the sixteen varieties found in the State, only two are venomous, the copper-head and the rattlesnake.
There is a mountain in the county, the Crumhorn, where rat- tlesnakes formerly abounded, and where they are said to be still found, but fortunately, these dangerous reptiles are of a very sluggish nature, and seldom stray from the particular locality which suits their habits, and where they are generally very nu-
merous. An instance is on record, quoted by Dr. De Kay, in
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which three men, who went upon Tongue Mountain, on Lake George, for the purpose of hunting rattlesnakes, destroyed in two days eleven hundred and four of these venomous creatures ! They are taken for their fat, which is sold at a good price.
We found this afternoon a very pretty little butterfly, pink and yellow ; it seemed to be quite young, and scarcely in full posses- sion of its powers yet; we thought it a pity to interfere with its
happy career, but just begun, and left it unharmed as we found it.
‘* 'Thus the fresh clarion, being readie dight, Unto his journey did himself addresse, And with good speed began to take his flight Over the fields in his frank lustinesse ; And all the champaine o’er he soared light, And all the country wide he did possesse 3 Feeding upon his pleasures bounteouslie,
That none gainsaid, nor none did him envie.”
Monday, 28th.—Cloudy day. Pleasant row on the lake. The country, as seen from the water, looked charmingly, decked in the flowery trophies of May. Many of the fruit-trees are still in blossom in the orchards and gardens, while the wild cherries and plums were drooping over the water in many spots. The evening was perfectly still, not a breath to ruffle the lake, and the soft spring character of the hills and fields, bright with their young verdure, had stolen over the waters. Swallows were skim- ming about busily. We met several boats; one of them, filled with little girls in their colored sun-bonnets, and rowed by an
elder boy, looked gayly as it passed. We landed and gathered
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the singular flower of the dragon arum, or Indian turnip, as the country folk call it, violets also, and a branch of wild cherry.
Tuesday, 29th.—Among all the varieties of birds flitting about our path during the pleasant months, there is not one which is a more desirable neighbor than the house-wren. Coming early in spring, and going late in autumn, he is ready at any time, the season through, to give one a song. Morning, noon, or evening, in the moonshine, or under a cloudy sky, he sings away out of pure joyousness of heart. They are pretty little creatures, too, nicely colored, and very delicate in their forms. For several summers we had a nest built under the eaves of a low roof projecting within a few feet of a window, and many a time our little friend, perched on a waving branch of the Virginia creeper, would sing his sweetest song, while the conversation within doors was hushed to hear him. His return has been anxiously watched for, this spring, but in vain. If in the neighborhood, he no longer builds in the same spot.
But the wrens have many merits besides their prettiness and their sweet voice. They are amusing, cheerful little creatures, and they are very true-hearted, moreover. The parents are par- ticularly attentive to each other, and kind to their family, which is a large one, for they raise two broods during the summer. Unlike other birds, they do not discard their children, but keep an eye on the first set, while making ready for the younger ones. Nor are the young birds themselves eager to run off and turn rovers ; they all live together in little family parties through the season, and im autumn you frequently see them in this way, eight or ten together, feeding on the haws of the thorn-bushes, of
which they are very fond.
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He is a very great builder, also, is the wren. He seems to think, like that famous old Countess of yore, Bess of Shrewsbury, that he is doomed to build for his life. Frequently while his mate is sitting, he will build you several useless nests, just for his own gratification ; singing away all the time, and telling his more patient mate, perhaps, what straws he picks up, and where he
finds them. Sometimes, when he first arrives, if not already
mated, he will build his house, and then look out for a wife after- wards. It is a pity they should not stay with us all winter, these pleasant little friends of ours, like the European wren, who never
migrates, and sings all the year round. It is true, among the
half dozen varieties which visit us, there is the winter wren, who remains during the cold weather in some parts of the State; but we do not see him here after the snow has fallen, and at best he appears much less musical than the summer bird. Our common | house-wren is a finer singer than the European bird; but he flies far to the southward, in winter, and sings Spanish m Mexico and South America. It is quite remarkable that this common bird, the house-wren, though passing North and South every year, should be unknown in Louisiana; yet Mr. Audubon tells us such
is the case.
The mandrakes, or May-apples, are in flower. They are cer- tainly a handsome plant, as their showy white flower is not unlike the water-lily. Some people eat their fruit—boys especially—but most persons find it insipid. This common showy plant growing along our fences, and in many meadows, is said also to be found under a different variety in the hilly countries of Central Asia. One likes to trace these links, connecting lands and races, so far apart,
reminding us, as they do, that the earth is the common home of all.
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Thursday, 30th.—The springs are all full to overflowing, this season. Some tricklmg down the hill-sides, through the shady woods, many more sparkling in the open sunshine of the meadows. Happily for us, they flow freely here. We forget to value justly a blessing with which we are so richly endowed, until we hear of other soils, and that within the limits of our own country, too, where the thristy traveller and his weary beast count it a piece of good fortune to find a pure wholesome draught at the close of their day’s toil.
This is decidedly a sprmg county. Mineral waters of power- ful medicinal qualities are scattered about within a circuit of twenty miles from the lake. There are several within the limits of the village itself, but these have little strength. Others farther off have long been used for their medicinal properties—vile messes to taste—and sending up an intolerable stench of sulphur, but beautifully clear and cool. There is a salt spring also at no great distance from the lake, said to be the most easterly of the saline springs in this part of the country, and at a distance of some eighty miles from the great salt works of Onondaga.
A portion of our waters are hard, touched with the limestone, through which they find their way to the surface; but there are many more possessing every good quality that the most particu- lar housewife can desire for cooking her viands, or bleaching her linen. Near the farm-house doors you frequently see them fall- ing from a wooden pipe into a trough, hollowed out of the trunk of a tree, the rudest of fountains; and the same arrangement is made here and there, along the highway, for the benefit of the traveller and his cattle.
One likes to come upon a spring in a walk. This afternoon we
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were seldom out of sight of one. We counted more than a dozen distinct fountain-heads within a distance of a mile. One filled a clear, sandy pool, on level grassy ground, near the bank of the river; another, within the forest, lay in a little rocky basin, lined with last year’s leaves; another fell in full measure over a dark cliff, moistening a broad space of the rock, which, in winter, it never fails to cover with a sheet of frost-work. More than one lay among the roots of the forest trees; and others, again, kept us company on the highway, running clear and bubbling through the ditches by the road-side. ‘There is a quiet beauty about them all which never fails to give pleasure. ‘There is a grace in their purity—in their simplicity—which is soothing to the spirit; and, perhaps among earth’s thousand voices, there is none other so sweetly humble, so lowly, yet so cheerful, as the voice of the gentle springs, passing on their way to fill our daily cup.
When standing beside these unfettered springs in the shady wood, one seems naturally to remember the red man; recollec- tions of his vanished race linger there in a more definite form than elsewhere ; we feel assured that by every fountain among these hills, the Indian brave, on the hunt or the war-path, must have knelt ten thousand times, to slake his thirst, and the wild creatures, alike his foes and his companions, the tawny panther, the clumsy bear, the timid deer and the barking wolf, have all lapped these limpid waters durmg the changing seasons of past ages. Nay, it is quite possible there may still be springs in re- mote spots among the hills of this region, yet untasted by the white man and his flocks, where the savage and the beast of prey were the last who drank. And while these recollections press
upon us, the flickermg shadows of the wood seem to assume the
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forms of the wild creatures which so lately roamed over these hills, and we are half persuaded that the timid doe or the wily catamount is again drawing near to drink from the fountain at our feet—we hear the crash of a dry branch, or the rustling of leaves, and we start as though expecting to see the painted war- rior, armed with flint-headed arrows and tomahawk of stone, glid-
ing through the wood toward us. It was but yesterday that such beings peopled the forest, bemgs with as much of life as
runs within our own veins, who drank their daily draught from the springs we now call our own; yesterday they were here, to-day scarce a vestige of their existence can be pointed out among us. Friday, 31st.—Thunder-shower this afternoon, everything grow- ing finely. ‘The blackberry-bushes, very common here, are com- ing into flower along the road-sides and fences. The white thorn is also blooming; there is a rustic elegance about its clusters which leads one readily to admit its claims as a favorite of the poets—the form of this flower is so simple, and the colored heads of the stamens are so daintily pretty; it has been opening for several days, and many of the bushes, or trees rather, are in full flower. In this hilly climate, it blossoms late, still it saves its credit as the flower of May; in the rural districts of England, “the May” is said to be a common name for the hawthorn. Walked about the shrubbery with the hope of finding a rose open, but our search was fruitless. Last year a few of the early kind bloomed in May, but the present season is more backward. With us, the roses scarcely belong to spring, we should rather date our summer from their unfolding; the bushes were never more full of buds, however, and some of these are beginning to
disclose their coloring; but the greater number are still closely
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shut within their fringed cups. Later m the season, we become critical—we reject the full-blown flower for the half-open bud, but just now we are eager to feast our eyes upon a rose—a true, perfect rose—with all her beauties opening to the light, all her silken petals unfolding in rich profusion about her fragrant heart.
SUMMER.
Friday, June 1st.—Beautiful day. Pleasant walk. The whole country is green at this moment, more so than at any other period of the year. The earth is completely decked in delicate verdure of varied shades: the fruit-trees have dropped their blossoms, and the orchards and gardens are green; the forest has just put on its fresh foliage, the meadows are yet uncolored by the flowers, and the young grain-fields look grassy still. This fresh green hue of the country is very charming, and with us it is very fugi- tive, soon passing away into the warmer coloring of midsummer.
The cedar-birds have been very troublesome among the fruit blossoms, and they are still haunting the gardens. As they always move in flocks, except for a very short period when busy with their young, they leave their mark on every tree they attack, whether in fruit or flower. We saw them last week scattering the petals in showers, to get at the heart of the blossom, which, of course, destroys the young fruit. ‘They are very much their own enemies in this way, for no birds are greater fruit-eaters than
themselves; they are even voracious feeders when they find a
‘berry to their taste, actually destroying themselves, at times, by
the numbers they swallow.
There are two closely-allied varieties of this bird, very similar
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in general appearance and character, one coming from the ex- treme north, while the other is found within the tropics. Both, however, meet on common ground in the temperate regions of our own country. The larger sort—the Bohemian wax-wing—is well known in Europe, though’ so irregular in its flights, that in former times its visits were looked upon by superstitious people as the forerunner of some public calamity. Until lately, this bird was supposed to be unknown on the Western continent; but closer observation has shown that it is found here, within our own State, where it is said to be increasing. It bears a strong gen- eral resemblance to the cedar-bird, though decidedly larger, and differently marked in some points. It is supposed to breed very far north in arctic countries. Both birds are crested, and both have a singular appendage to their wings, little red, wax-like, tips at the extremity of their secondary wing-feathers. These vary in number, and are not found on all individuals, but they are quite peculiar to themselves. The habits of the two varieties are, in many respects, similar: they are both berry-eaters, very gregari- ous in their habits, and particularly affectionate in their disposi- tions toward one another; they crowd as near together as pos- sible, half a dozen often sitting side by side on the same branch, caressing one another, and even feeding one another out of pure . friendliness. They have been called chatterers inthe Old World, but in fact they are very silent birds, though fussy and active, which perhaps made people fancy they were chatty creatures also. The Bohemian wax-wing is rather rare, even in Europe; and yet it is believed that a small flock were in our own neighborhood this spring. On two different occasions we remarked what seemed
very large cedar-birds without the white line about the eye, and
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with a white stripe on the wings; but they were im a thicket both times, and not being at liberty to stay and watch them, it would not do to assert positively that these were the Bohemian wax- wing. Learned ornithologists, with a bird in the hand, have some- times made great_ mistakes on such matters, and, of course, un- learned people should be very modest in expressing an opinion, especially where, instead of one bird in the hand, they can only point to two ina bush. As for the cedar-birds, everybody knows them; they are common enough throughout the country, and are also abundant in Mexico. ‘They are sold in the markets of our large towns, in the autumn and spring, for two or three cents a piece. Saturday, 2d.—Cloudy morning, followed by a charming af- ternoon. Long walk. Took a by-read which led us over the hills to a wild spot, where, in a distance of two or three miles, there is only one mhabited house, and that stands on the border of a gloomy swamp, from which the wood has been cut away, while two or three deserted log-cabins along the road only make things look more desolate. We enjoyed the walk all the more, however, for its wild, rude character, so different from our every- day rambles. Passed several beautiful springs in the borders of the unfenced woods, and saw several interesting birds. A hand- some Clape, or golden-winged woodpecker, a pretty wood-pewce, and a very delicate little black-poll warbler, this last rare, and entirely confined to the forest; it was hopping very leisurely among the flowery branches of a wild cherry, and we had an ex- cellent opportunity of observing it, for on that wild spot it was not on the look-out for human enemies, and we approached, un- observed, placing ourselves behind a bush. These three birds
are all peculiar to our part of the world.
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The rude fences about several fields in these new lands were prettily bordered with the Canadian violet, white and lilac; the chinks and hollows of several old stumps were also well garnished with these flowers; one does not often see so many together.
Upon one of these violets we found a handsome colored spi- der, one of the kind that live on flowers and take their color from them; but this was unusually large. Its body was of the size of a well-grown pea, and of a bright lemon color; its legs were also yellow, and altogether it was one of the most showy colored spiders we have seen ina long time. Scarlet, or red ones still larger, are found, however, near New York. But, in their gayest aspect, these creatures are repulsive. It gives one a chilling idea of the gloomy solitude of a prison, when we remember that spiders have actually been petted by men shut out from better companionship. They are a very common insect with us, and on that account more annoying than any other that is found here. Some of them, with great black bodies, are of a formidable size. These haunt cellars, and barns, and churches, and appear occasionally in in- habited rooms. ‘There is a black spider of this kind, with a body said to be an inch long, and legs double that length, found in the Palace of Hampton Court, in England, which, it will be remembered, belonged to Cardinal Wolsey, and these great creatures are called “Cardinals” there, bemg considered by some people as peculiar to that building. A huge spider, by-the-bye, with her intricate web and snares, would form no bad emblem of a courtier and diplomatist, of the stamp of Cardinal Wolsey. . He certainly took “hold with his hands, in kings’ palaces,” and did his share of mischief there.
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their merits and their uses, since none of God’s creatures are made in vain; all living things are endowed with instincts more or less admirable; but the spider’s plotting, creeping ways, and a sort of wicked expression about him, lead one to dislike him as a near neighbor. In a battle between a spider and a fly, one al- ways sides with the fly, and yet of the two, the last is certainly the most troublesome insect to man. But the fly is frank and free in all his doings; he seeks his food openly, and he pursues his pastimes openly ; suspicions of others or covert designs against them are quite unknown to him, and there is something almost confiding in the way in which he sails around you, when a single stroke of your hand might destroy him. The spider, on the con- trary, lives by snares and plots; he is at the same time very designing and very suspicious, both cowardly and fierce; he al- ways moves stealthily, as though among enemies, retreating before the least appearance of danger, solitary and morose, holding no communion with his fellows. His whole appearance corresponds with this character, and it is not surprising, therefore, that while the fly is more mischievous to us than the spider, we yet look upon the first with more favor than the last; for it is a natural impulse of the human heart to prefer that which is open and con- fiding to that which is wily and suspicious, even in the brute creation. The cunning and designing man himself will, at times, find a feeling of respect and regard for the guileless and gen- erous stealing over him, his heart, as it were, giving the lie to his life.
Some two or three centuries since, when people came to this continent from the Old World in search of gold, oddly enough,
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spiders! It would be difficult to say why they cherished this fancy ; but according to that old worthy, Hakluyt, when Martin Frobisher and his party landed on Cumberland Island, in quest of gold, their expectations were much increased by finding there numbers of spiders, “which, as many affirm, are signes of great store of gold.” ,
They fancied that springs also were abundant near minerals, so that we may, in this county, cherish great hopes of a mine—if we choose.
Monday, 4th.—Very warm yesterday and to-day. Thermometer 83 in the shadeatnoon. Walkedin the evening. The corn-fields are now well garnished with scare-crows, and it is amusing to see the different devices employed for the purpose. Bits of tin hung upon upright sticks are very general; lines of white twine, crossing the field at intervals near the soil, are also much in favor, and the crows are said to be particularly shy of this sort of network; other fields are guarded by a number of little whirligig wind- mills. One large field that we passed evidently belonged to a man of great resources in the way of expedients; for, among a __ number of contrivances, no two were alike: im one spot, large as life, stood the usual man of straw, here was a tin pan on a pole, there a sheet was flapping its full breadth in the breeze, here was a straw hat on a stick, there an old flail, in one corner a broken tin Dutch oven elittered in the sunshine, and at right angles with it was a tambourme! It must needs be a bold crow that will
venture to attack such a camp.* It is strange how soon these crea-
* This field yielded ninety-three bushels of maize to the acre the following
autumn.
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The chipmucks, or ground-squirrels, are also very mischievous in the maize-fields; and the blue-jay follows the: same bad ex- ample occasionally. In autumn, the king-birds, in addition to the others, attack the ripe grain also, so that the maize has many enemies.
A thunder-shower passed over the village in the afternoon, and in the course of an hour the thermometer fell 20 degrees.
Tuesday, 5th.—Charming, cloudless day; fresh air from the west rustling among the new leaves. Stroll in the woods; flow- ers blooming abundantly. The wood betony, with its yellow heads, makes quite a show this season; there is more of it than usual, and it is quite ornamental on that account.
The different varieties of Solomon’s seal—all elegant plants— are now in bloom. The wise King of Israel must have set his stamp upon many roots in these western forests; for the flowers of the tribe are very numerous here, especially the false spike- nard, the delicate two-leaved Solomon’s seal, or bead-ruby, and the Clintonia, with yellow lily-like flowers and large blue berries. The tufted convallaria bifolia, or bead-ruby, is one of our most common wood plants, very much like that of Europe, although the flowerets are larger. It is smgularly slow in the progress of its fruit. The cluster of berries forms early in June, but requires all summer to ripen; at first they are green and opaque, like wax ;
then, in July, they become speckled with red; in August the
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spots spread, and the whole berry is red; and, later still, in Sep- tember, it takes a beautiful ruby color, and is nearly transparent ; in which condition we have seen them as late as the first of De- cember. ‘The false spikenard goes through much the same pro- cess, but its fruit is more frequently blasted, and the name of bead-ruby is here confined to the smaller two-leaved plant. The pretty little lily of the valley, that charming flower of the gardens, grows wild in the Southern Alleghanies, but it is not found among the plants of these northernmost ridges of the chain.
We were walking in a beautiful grove where the wood had been only partially cleared, leaving many fine trees standing, min- gled with the stumps of others long since felled. The mossy roots of these mouldering old stumps are choice places for the early flowers; one often finds the remains of an old oak, or pine, or chestnut, encircled by a beautiful border of this kind, mosses and flowers blended together in a way which art can never equal. During many successive springs, we have been in the habit of watching the flowers as they unfold upon these mossy hillocks. As usual, they are now daintily sprinkled with blossoms, for the soil is rich as possible in such spots. We amused ourselves with counting the different kinds of flowers growing on several of these little knolls. In one instance, we found fifteen different plants, besides the grasses, in a narrow circle about the swelling roots, six or eight feet in breadth; around another we counted eighteen varieties ; another showed twenty-two; and a fourth had six-and- twenty kinds. The groundwork is usually made up of mosses of three or four varieties and shades, all very beautiful, and blended
with these are the silvery leaves of the pearly everlastings. Vio-
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lets, blue, white, and yellow, grow there, with rosy gay-wings,* cool-wort, fairy-cup, or mitella, low-cornel, May-star, strawberry, dew-drop, bead-ruby, squaw-vine, partridge-plant, pipsissiwa, pyrolas, loose-strife, ground-laurel, innocence, Michaelmas-daisies of several kinds, perhaps the coptis, or gold-thread, and three or four ferns. Such are the plants often found in these wild, posy patches, about old stumps, in half-cleared woods. Of course, they are not all in flower together; but toward the prime of the spring, one may at times find nearly a dozen kinds in blossom at the same moment. These are all native plants, gathering, as if out of affection, about the roots of the fallen forest trees.
Wednesday, 6th.—Coolish this mornmg. Chilly people have lighted their parlor fires. Last year we had strawberries the 6th of June, but the present season is more backward. Good walk- ing weather to-day.
It is a pleasing part of the elegance of May, in a temperate climate, that few of the coarser weeds show themselves during that month; or, rather, at that early day, they do not appear in their true character. They are, of course, very troublesome to gardeners from the first, but they do not then obtrude themselves upon general attention. The season advances with great rapidity, however, and already these rude plants are beginning to show themselves in the forms by which we know them. The burdock and nettle, and thistle, &c., &c., are growing too plentifully under
fences, and in waste spots; chickweed and purslane, &c., &c.,
* Gay-wings, Poly-gala paucifolia; Cool-wort, Tiarella cordofolia; Fairy-cup, Mitella dyphylla; May-star, Trientalis Americana; Bead-ruby, Convallaria bifolia; Squaw-vine, Mitchella repens; Partridge plant, Gualtheria; Dew-drop, Dalibaraa.
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spring up in the paths and beds so freely and so boldly, that it is the chief labor of the month to wage war upon their tribe.
It is remarkable that these troublesome plants have come very generally from the Old World; they do not belong here, but fol- lowing the steps of the white man, they have crossed the ocean with him. <A very large proportion of the most common weeds in our fields and gardens, and about our buildings, are strangers to the soil. It will be easy to name’ a number of these :—such, for instance, as the dock and the burdock, found about every barn and outbuilding ; the common plaintains and mallows—reg- ular path-weeds; the groundsel, purslane, pigweed, goose-foot, shepherd’s-purse, and lamb’s-quarters, so troublesome in gardens ;
the chickweed growing everywhere; the prinpernel, celandine,
and knawel ; the lady’s thumb and May-weed ; the common nettles
and teazel; wild flax, stickseed, burweed, doorweed; all the mul- leins ;. the most pestilent thistles, both the common sort and that which is erroneously called the Canada thistle ; the sow thistles ; the chess, corn-cockle, tares, bugloss, or blue-weed, and the pigeon- weed of the grain-fields ; the darnel, yarrow, wild parsnip, ox-eye daisy, the wild garlick, the acrid buttercup, and the acrid St. John’s wort of the meadows; the nightshades, Jerusalem arti- choke, wild radish, wild mustard, or charlock, the poison hemlock, the henbane,—ay, even the very dandelion,* a plant which we tread under foot at every turn. Others still might be added to the list, which were entirely unknown to the red man, having been introduced by the European race, and are now choking up all our way-sides, forming the vast throng of foreign weeds.
Some of these have come from a great distance, travelling
* Dr. Torrey.
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round the world. The shepherd’s-purse, with others, is com- mon in China, on the most eastern coast of Asia. One kind of mallows belongs to the East Indies; another to the coast of the Mediterranean. The gimson weed, or Datura, is an Abys- sinian plant, and the Nicandra came from Peru. It is supposed that the amaranths or greenweeds, so very common here, have also been introduced, though possibly only from the more south- ern parts of our own country.
Some few American plants have been also carried to Europe, where they have become naturalized ; but the number is very small. The evening primrose, and the silkweed, among others, have sowed themselves in some parts of the Old World, transported, no doubt, with the tobacco, and maize, and potato, which are now so widely diffused over the Eastern continent, to the very heart of Asia. But even at home, on our own soil, the amount of native weeds is small when compared with the throngs brought from the Old World. The wild cucumber, a very troublesome plant, the great white convolvolus, the dodder, the field sorrel, the pokeweed, the silkweed, with one or two plantains and thistles, of the rarer kinds, are among the most important of those whose origin is clearly settled as belonging to this continent. It is also singular that among those tribes which are of a divided nature, some being natives, others introduced, the last are generally the - most numerous; for instance, the native chickweeds, and plan- tains, and thistles, are less common here than the European varieties.
There are other naturalized plants frequent in neglected spots, about farm-houses, and along road-sides, which have already be-
come so common as to be weeds; the simples and medicinal herbs,
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used for ages by the goodwives of England and Holland, were early brought over, and have very generally become naturalized,— catnip, mint, horehound, tansy, balm, comfrey, elecampane, &c., &c.,—immediately take root, spreading far and wide wherever they are allowed to grow. It is surprising how soon they become firmly established in a new settlement ; we often observe them in this new county apart from any dwellng. At times we have found them nearly a mile from either garden or house. The seeds of naturalized plants seem, in many cases, to have floated across our lake upon the water; for we have found the European mint and catnip growing with the blue gentian immediately on the banks where the woods spread around in every direction for some distance.
The word weed varies much with circumstances; at times, we even apply it to the beautiful flower or the useful herb. A plant _ may be a weed, because it is noxious, or fetid, or unsightly, or troublesome, but it is rare indeed that all these faults are united in one individual of the vegetable race. Often the unsightly, or fetid, or even the poisonous plant, is useful, or it may be in- teresting from some peculiarity; and on the other hand, many others, troublesome from their numbers, bear pleasing flowers, taken singly. Upon the whole, it is not so much a natural de- fect which marks the weed, as a certain impertinent, intrusive character in these plants; a want of modesty, a habit of shoving themselves forward upon ground where they are not needed, root- ing themselves in soil intended for better things, for plants more useful, more fragrant, or more beautiful. Thus the corn-cockle bears a fine flower, not unlike the mullein-pink of the garden, but
then it springs up among the precious wheat, taking the place
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of the grain, and it is a weed; the flower of the thistle is hand- some in itself, but it is useless, and it pushes forward in throngs by the way-side until we are weary of seeing it, and everybody makes war upon it; the common St. John’s wort, again, has a pretty yellow blossom, and it has its uses also as a simple, but it is injurious to the cattle, and yet it is so obstinately tenacious of a place among the grasses, that it is found in every meadow, and we quarrel with it as a weed.
These noxious plants have come unbidden to us, with the grains and grasses of the Old World, the evil with the good, as usual in this world of probation—the wheat and tares together. The useful plants produce a tenfold blessing upon the labor of man, but the weed is also there, ever accompanying his steps, to teach him a lesson of humility. Certain plants of this nature—the dock, thistle, nettle, &c., &c.-—are known to attach themselves especially to the path of man; in widely different soils and cli- mates, they are still found at his door. Patient care and toil can alone keep the evil within bounds, and it seems doubtful whether it lies within the reach of human means entirely to remove from the face of the earth one single plant of this peculiar nature, much less all their varieties. Has any one, even of the more noxious sorts, ever been utterly destroyed? Agriculture, with all the pride and power of science now at her command, has apparently accomplished but little in this way. Egypt and China are said to be countries in which weeds are comparatively rare ; both regions have long been in a high state of cultivation, filled to overflowing with a hungry population, which neglects scarce a rood of the soil, and yet even in those lands, even upon the banks of the Nile, where
the crops succeed each other without any interval throughout the »
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whole year, leaving no time for weeds to extend themselves ; even there, these noxious plants are not unknown, and the moment the soil is abandoned, only for a season, they return with renewed vigor.
In this new country, with a fresh soil, and a thinner population, we have not only weeds innumerable, but we observe, also, that briers and brambles seem to acquire double strength in the neigh- borhood of man; we meet them in the primitive forest, here and there, but they lme our reads and fences, and the woods are no sooner felled to make ready for cultivation, than they sprmg up in profusion, the first natural produce of the soil. But in this world of mercy, the just curse is ever graciously tempered with a blessing ; many a grateful fruit, and some of our most delightful flowers, grow among the thorns and briers, their fragrance and excellence reminding man of the sweets as well as the toils of his task. The sweet-briar, more especially, with its simple flower and delightful fragrance, unknown in the wilderness, but moving onward by the side of the ploughman, would seem, of all others, the husbandman’s blossom. |
Thursday, 7th.—There was an alarm of frost last evening, and cautious people covered their tender plants, but no harm was done. It happens frequently, that late in May or early in June, we have a return of cool weather for a day or two, with an alarm about frost, at a very critical moment, when all our treasures are lying exposed; some seasons, much mischief is done to the gar- dens and crops, but frequently the alarm passes over and we are spared the evil. It seldom happens, even after heavy frosts at such unseasonable times, that the blight is half as severe as peo-
ple at first suppose; things usually turn out much better than
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our fears, the plants reviving and yielding a portion of their fruits, if not.a full crop. Happily, this year we have had nothing of the kind—the cool moment came earlier—before vegetation was sufficiently advanced to be injured. To-day the air is very pleas- ant and summer-like.
Walked on Hannah’s Height; gathered azaleas in abundanee ; they are in their prime now, and very beautiful ; we have known them, however, to blossom three weeks earlier. Our Dutch an- cestors used to call these flowers Pinzter Blumejes, from their being usually in bloom about Whit-Sunday; under this name, they figured annually at the great holyday of the negroes, held in old colonial times at Albany and New Amsterdam. The blacks were allowed full liberty te frolic, for several days in Whitsun- week, and they used to hold a fair, building booths, which they never failed to ornament with the Pinater Blumejies. The flowers are very abundant this year, and their deep rose-colored clusters seem to light up the shady woods.
We were in good luck, for we found also a little troop of moc- casin plants in flower; frequently, the season has passed without our seeing one, but this afternoon we gathered no less than eigh- teen of the purple kind, the Cyprepedium acaule of botanists. The small yellow, the large yellow, and the showy ladyslipper have also been found here, but they are all becoming more rare. |
Friday, 8th.—Rainy morning. It appears that yesterday we missed a fine sight: about dawn it was foggy; a large flock of wild pigeons passing over the valley, became bewildered in the mist, and actually alighted in the heart of the village, which we have never known them to do before. The trees in the church-
yard, those in our own grounds, and several other gardens, were
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loaded with them; unfortunately, no one in the house was aware of their visit at the time. At that early hour, the whole village was quiet, and only a few persons saw them. They were not molested, and remained some little time, fluttering about the trees, or settling on them in large parties. When the fog rose, they | took flight again. What a pity to have missed so unusual a sight !
Saturday, 9th.—Charming day. Pleasant row on the lake, which looks very inviting this warm weather; the views are al- ‘ways pleasing: hills and forest, farms and groves, encircling a beautiful sheet of water.
There is certainly no natural object, among all those which make up a landscape, winning so much upon our affection, as water. It is an essential part of prospects, widely different in character. Mountains form a more striking and imposing feature, and they give to a country a character of majesty which cannot exist without them; but not even the mountains, with all their sublime prerogative, can wholly satisfy the mind, when stripped of torrent, cascade, or lake; while, on the other hand, if there be only a quiet brook running through a meadow in some familiar spot, the eye will often turn, unconsciously, in that direction, and linger with interest upon the humble stream. Observe, also, that the waters in themselves are capable of the highest degree of beauty, without the aid of any foreign element to enhance their dignity ; give them full sway, let them spread themselves into their widest expanse, let them roll into boundless seas, enfolding the earth in their embrace, with half the heavens for their canopy, and assuredly they have no need to borrow from the mountain
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Even in a limited water-view, there is a flow of life, a ceaseless variety, which becomes a perpetual source of delight ; every pass- ing hour throws over the transparent countenance of the lake, or river, some fresh tint of coloring, calls up some new play of ex- pression beneath the changing influences of the sun, the winds, the clouds, and we are all but cheated into the belief that the waters know something of the sorrows and joys of our own hearts ; we turn to them with more than admiration—with the partiality with which we turn to the face of a friend. In the morning, per- haps, we behold the waves charged with the wild power of the storm, dark and threatening, and the evening sun of the same day finds the flood lulled to rest, calmly reflecting the intelligent labors of man, and the sublime works of the Almighty, as though in conscious repose.
Our own highland lake can lay no claim to grandeur ; it has no broad expanse, and the mountains about cannot boast of any great height, yet there is a harmony in the different parts of the picture which gives it much merit, and which must always excite a lively feeling of pleasure. The hills are a charming set- ting for the lake at their feet, neither so lofty as to belittle the sheet of water, nor so low as to be tame and commonplace ; there is abundance of wood on their swelling ridges to give the charm of forest scenery, enough of tillage to add the varied in- terest of cultivation; the lake, with its clear, placid waters, lies gracefully beneath the mountains, flowing here into a quiet little bay, there skirting a wooded point, filling its ample basin, without encroaching on its banks by a rood of marsh or bog.
And then the village, with its buildings and gardens covering the level bank to the southward, is charmingly placed, the waters
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spreading before it, a ridge of hills rising on either side, this al-
most wholly wooded, that partly tilled, while beyond lies a back-
ground, varied by nearer and farther heights. The little town,
though an important feature in the prospect, is not an obtrusive one, but quite in proportion with surrounding objects. It has a cheerful, flourishing aspect, yet rural and unambitious, not aping the bustle and ferment of cities; and certainly one may travel many a mile without finding a village more prettily set down by the water-side.
A collection of buildings always shows well rising immediately from the water ; the liquid plain, in its mobile play of expression, and the massive piles of building, with the intricate medley of outline which make up the perspective of a town, when brought naturally into one view, form an admirable contrast, the mind un- consciously delighting in the opposite characters of these chief objects of the scene, each heightening, and yet relieving, the beauty of the other.
Monday, 11th—Warm day, with soft, hazy sunshine ; this sort of atmosphere is always especially fine in a hilly country, shading all the distances so beautifully, from the nearest wooded knoll, to the farthest height. Walked to the Cliffs; found the views very fine. ‘The woods are in great beauty, the foliage very rich, without having lost, as yet, anything of its spring freshness. The hemlocks are still clearly marked with their lighter and darker greens of different years’ growth. The old cones are hanging on the pines ; many of these remain on the trees all summer. There were very few flowers in the wood where we walked, though I do not know why this should be so; it was composed of fine
chestnut and beech, of primitive growth, mingled, as usual, with
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evergreens. The young seedling forest trees are now springing up everywhere, taking the place of the fading violets. On some of the little beeches and aspens, the growth of one or two sea- sons, we found the new leaves colored in tender pink, or a shade of red, which is remarkable in trees which do not show any traces of this coloring at other times; even in autumn their brightest tint is usually yellow.
The fire-flies are gleaming about the village gardens this even- ing—the first we have seen this year.
Tuesday, 12th.—¥ine day. The roses are opening at length; they are a fortnight later than last year. This morning we were delighted to find a few May-roses in full bloom; by evening, others will have unfolded—to-morrow, many more will have opened—and in a few days, the village gardens will be thronged with thousands of these noble flowers.
How lavishly are the flowers scattered over the face of the earth! One of the most perfect and delightful works of the Creation, there is yet no other form of beauty so very com- mon. Abounding in different climates, upon varying soils—not a few here to cheer the sad, a few there to reward the good—but countless in their throngs, infinite in their variety, the gift of measureless beneficence—wherever man may live, there grow the flowers.
Wednesday, 13th.—Pale, hazy sunshine. Heard of a dish of wild strawberries ; we have not yet seen them ourselves.
Thursday, 14th.—The whip-poor-wills are now heard every evening, from some particular points on the skirts of the village. They arrive here about the first week in May, and continue their
peculiar nocturnal note until toward the last of June: “ most
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musical, most melancholy” of night-sounds known in our region. From some houses on the bank of the lake and near the river, they are heard every night; probably the sound comes over the water from the wooded hills beyond, for they are said to prefer high and dry situations. Once in a while, but not very frequent- ly, they come into the village, and we have heard them when they must have been in our own grounds. It is only natural, perhaps, that some lmgering shade of superstition should be con- nected with this singular bird—so often heard, so seldom seen ; thousands of men and women im this part of the world have lis- tened to the soft wailing whistle, from childhood to old age, through every summer of a long life, without having once laid their eyes on the bird. Until quite lately, almost every one be- lieved the night-hawk and the whip-poor-will to be the same, merely because the first is often seen by daylight, while the last, which much resembles it, is wholly nocturnal, and only known to those who search for him in the shady woods by day, or meet him by moonlight at night. ‘These birds will soon cease their sere- nading ; after the third week in June, they are rarely heard, in which respect they resemble the nightingale, who sings only for afew weeks in May and June; early in September, they go to the southward. Forty years since, they are said to have been much more numerous here than they are to-day.
Iriday, 15th.— Very warm; various sorts of weather in the course of the day. Cloudy morning, brilliant mid-day, and in the ~ afternoon a sudden shower. It rained heavily, with thunder and lightning, for an hour, then cleared again, and we had a charming evening.
Saw a number of humming-birds—they are particularly partial
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to the evening hours. One is sure to find them now toward sunset, fluttering about their favorite plants ; often there are sev- eral together among the flowers of the same bush, betraying themselves, though unseen, by the trembling of the leaves and blossoms. They are extremely fond of the Missouri currant—of all the early flowers, it is the greatest favorite with them ; they are fond of the lilacs also, but do not care much for the syringa ; to the columbine they are partial, to the bee larkspur also, with the wild bergamot or Oswego tea, the speckled jewels, scarlet trumpct-flower, red clover, honeysuckle, and the lychnis tribe. There is something m the form of these tube-shape blossoms, whether small or great, which suits their long, slender hills, and possibly, for the same reason, the bees cannot find such easy ac- cess to the honey, and leave nrore in these than in the open flowers. To the lily the humming-bird pays only a passing compliment, and seems to prefer the great tiger-lily to the other varieties ; the rose he seldom visits; he will leave these stately blossoms any day for a head of the common red cloyer, in which he especially delights. Often of a summer’s evening have we watched the humming-birds flitting about the meadows, passing from one tuft of clover to another, then resting a moment on a tall spear of timothy grass, then off again to fresh clover, scarcely touching the other flowers, and continuing frequently in the same field until the very latest twilight.
Mr. Tupper, in his paper on “ Beauty,” pays a pretty compli- ment to the humming-bird. Personifying Beauty, he says, she
‘* Fluttereth into the tulip with the humming-bird.”
But, although these little creatures are with us during the tulip
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season, it may be doubted if they feed on these gaudy blossoms. On first reading the passage, this association struck us as one with which we were not familiar; had it been the trumpet-flower, nothing would have been more natural, for these dainty birds are forever fluttermg about the noble scarlet blossoms of that plant, as we all know, but the tulip did not seem quite in place in this connection. Anxious to know whether we had deceived our- selves, we have now watched the humming-birds for several sea- sons, and, as yet, have never seen one in a tulip, while we have often observed them pass these for other flowers. Possibly this may have been accidental, or other varieties of the humming-bird may have a different taste from our own, and one cannot posi- tively assert that this little creature never feeds on the tulip, with- out more general examination. But there is something in the upright