Out of the Past

Thoreau

November 30






Henry David Thoreau
Henry David Thoreau
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Sunday. A rather cold and windy afternoon, with some snow not yet melted on the ground.

Under the south side of the hill between Brown's and Tarbell's, in a warm nook, disturbed three large gray squirrels and some partridges, who had all sought out this bare and warm place. While the squirrels hid themselves in the tree-tops, I sat on an oak stump by an old cellar-hole and mused. This squirrel is always an unexpectedly large animal to see frisking about.


My eye wanders across the valley to the pine hoods which fringe the opposite side, and in their aspect my eye finds something which addresses itself to my nature. Methinks that in my mood I was asking Nature to give me a sign. I do not know exactly what it was that attracted my eye. I experienced a transient gladness, at any rate, at some thing which I saw. 



I am sure that my eye rested with pleasure on the white pines, now reflecting a silvery light, the infinite: stories of their boughs, tier above tier, a sort of basaltic structure, a crumbling precipice of pine horizontally stratined. Each pine is like a great green feather stuck in the ground. A myriad white pine boughs extend themselves horizontally, one above and behind another, each bearing its burden of silvery sunlight, with darker seams between them, as if it were a great crumbling piny precipice thus stratified. On this my eyes pastured, while the squirrels were up the trees behind me. That, at any rate, it was that I got by my afternoon walk, a certain recognition from the pine, some congratulation.

Where is my home? It is indistinct as an old cellar-hole, now a faint indentation merely in a farmer's field, which he has plowed into and rounded off its edges years ago, and I sit by the old site on the stump of an oak which once grew there. Such is the nature where we have lived.

The Lygodium palmatum is quite abundant on that side of the swamp, twining round the goldenrods, etc., etc.
1851

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