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that will fall off fast enoughthat the natural remedy is to be

found in the proportion which the night bears to the day; the

winter to the summer; thought to experience。 There will be so

much the more air and sunshine in our thoughts。 The callous palms

of the laborer are conversant with finer tissues of self…respect

and heroism; whose touch thrills the heart; than the languid

fingers of idleness。 That is mere sentimentality that lies abed

by day and thinks itself white; far from the tan and callus of

experience。



When we walk; we naturally go to the fields and woods: what would

become of us; if we walked only in a garden or a mall? Even some

sects of philosophers have felt the necessity of importing the

woods to themselves; since they did not go to the woods。 〃They

planted groves and walks of Platanes;〃 where they took subdiales

ambulationes in porticos open to the air。 Of course it is of no

use to direct our steps to the woods; if they do not carry us

thither。 I am alarmed when it happens that I have walked a mile

into the woods bodily; without getting there in spirit。 In my

afternoon walk I would fain forget all my morning occupations and

my obligations to Society。 But it sometimes happens that I cannot

easily shake off the village。 The thought of some work will run

in my head and I am not where my body isI am out of my senses。

In my walks I would fain return to my senses。 What business have

I in the woods; if I am thinking of something out of the woods? I

suspect myself; and cannot help a shudder when I find myself so

implicated even in what are called good worksfor this may

sometimes happen。



My vicinity affords many good walks; and though for so many years

I have walked almost every day; and sometimes for several days

together; I have not yet exhausted them。 An absolutely new

prospect is a great happiness; and I can still get this any

afternoon。 Two or three hours' walking will carry me to as

strange a country as I expect ever to see。 A single farmhouse

which I had not seen before is sometimes as good as the dominions

of the King of Dahomey。 There is in fact a sort of harmony

discoverable between the capabilities of the landscape within a

circle of ten miles' radius; or the limits of an afternoon walk;

and the threescore years and ten of human life。 It will never

become quite familiar to you。



Nowadays almost all man's improvements; so called; as the

building of houses and the cutting down of the forest and of all

large trees; simply deform the landscape; and make it more and

more tame and cheap。 A people who would begin by burning the

fences and let the forest stand! I saw the fences half consumed;

their ends lost in the middle of the prairie; and some worldly

miser with a surveyor looking after his bounds; while heaven had

taken place around him; and he did not see the angels going to

and fro; but was looking for an old post…hole in the midst of

paradise。 I looked again; and saw him standing in the middle of a

boggy Stygian fen; surrounded by devils; and he had found his

bounds without a doubt; three little stones; where a stake had

been driven; and looking nearer; I saw that the Prince of

Darkness was his surveyor。



I can easily walk ten; fifteen; twenty; any number of miles;

commencing at my own door; without going by any house; without

crossing a road except where the fox and the mink do: first along

by the river; and then the brook; and then the meadow and the

woodside。 There are square miles in my vicinity which have no

inhabitant。 From many a hill I can see civilization and the

abodes of man afar。 The farmers and their works are scarcely more

obvious than woodchucks and their burrows。 Man and his affairs;

church and state and school; trade and commerce; and manufactures

and agriculture even politics; the most alarming of them allI

am pleased to see how little space they occupy in the landscape。

Politics is but a narrow field; and that still narrower highway

yonder leads to it。 I sometimes direct the traveler thither。 If

you would go to the political world; follow the great

roadfollow that market…man; keep his dust in your eyes; and it

will lead you straight to it; for it; too; has its place merely;

and does not occupy all space。 I pass from it as from a bean

field into the forest; and it is forgotten。 In one half…hour I

can walk off to some portion of the earth's surface where a man

does not stand from one year's end to another; and there;

consequently; politics are not; for they are but as the

cigar…smoke of a man。



The village is the place to which the roads tend; a sort of

expansion of the highway; as a lake of a river。 It is the body of

which roads are the arms and legsa trivial or quadrivial place;

the thoroughfare and ordinary of travelers。 The word is from the

Latin villa which together with via; a way; or more anciently ved

and vella; Varro derives from veho; to carry; because the villa

is the place to and from which things are carried。 They who got

their living by teaming were said vellaturam facere。 Hence; too;

the Latin word vilis and our vile; also villain。 This suggests

what kind of degeneracy villagers are liable to。 They are wayworn

by the travel that goes by and over them; without traveling

themselves。



Some do not walk at all; others walk in the highways; a few walk

across lots。 Roads are made for horses and men of business。 I do

not travel in them much; comparatively; because I am not in a

hurry to get to any tavern or grocery or livery…stable or depot

to which they lead。 I am a good horse to travel; but not from

choice a roadster。 The landscape…painter uses the figures of men

to mark a road。 He would not make that use of my figure。 I walk

out into a nature such as the old prophets and poets; Menu;

Moses; Homer; Chaucer; walked in。 You may name it America; but it

is not America; neither Americus Vespueius; nor Columbus; nor the

rest were the discoverers of it。 There is a truer amount of it in

mythology than in any history of America; so called; that I have

seen。



However; there are a few old roads that may be trodden with

profit; as if they led somewhere now that they are nearly

discontinued。 There is the Old Marlborough Road; which does not

go to Marlborough now; me… thinks; unless that is Marlborough

where it carries me。 I am the bolder to speak of it here; because

I presume that there are one or two such roads in every town。







  THE OLD MARLBOROUGH ROAD



   Where they once dug for money;

   But never found any;

   Where sometimes Martial Miles

   Singly files;

   And Elijah Wood;

   I fear for no good:

   No other man;

   Save Elisha Dugan

   O man of wild habits;

   Partridges and rabbits

   Who hast no cares

   Only to set snares;

   Who liv'st all alone;

   Close to the bone

   And where life is sweetest

   Constantly eatest。

When the spring stirs my blood

 With the instinct to travel;

 I can get enough gravel

On the Old Marlborough Road。

   Nobody repairs it;

   For nobody wears it;

   It is a living way;

   As the Christians say。

Not many there be

 Who enter therein;

Only the guests of the

 Irishman Quin。

What is it; what is it

 But a direction out there;

And the bare possibility

   Of going somewhere?

   Great guide…boards of stone;

   But travelers none;

   Cenotaphs of the towns

   Named on their crowns。

   It is worth going to see



   Where you MIGHT be。

   What king

   Did the thing;

   I am still wondering;

   Set up how or when;

   By what selectmen;

   Gourgas or Lee;

   Clark or Darby?

   They're a great endeavor

   To be something forever;

   Blank tablets of stone;

   Where a traveler might groan;

   And in one sentence

   Grave all that is known

   Which another might read;

   In his extreme need。

   I know one or two

   Lines that would do;

   Literature that might stand

   All over the land

   Which a man could remember

   Till next December;

   And read again in the spring;

   After the thawing。

If with fancy unfurled

 You leave your abode;

You may go round the world

 By the Old Marlborough Road。



At present; in this vicinity; the best part of the land is not

private property; the landscape is not owned; and the walker

enjoys comparative freedom。 But possibly the day will come when

it will be partitioned off into so…called pleasure…grounds; in

which a few will take a narrow and exclusive pleasure onlywhen

fences shall be multiplied; and man…traps and other engines

invented to confine men to the PUBLIC road; and walking over the

surface of God's earth shall be construed to mean trespassing on

some gentleman's grounds。 To enjoy a thing exclusively is

commonly to exclude yourself from the true enjoyment of it。 Let

us improve our opportunities; then; before the evil days come。







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