Aug15. The sounds heard at this hour, 8.30, are the distant rumbling of wagons over bridges, — farthest heard of any human at night, —the baying of dogs, the lowing of cattle in distant yards. What if we were to obey these fine dictates, these divine suggestions, which are addressed to the mind and not to the body, which are certainly true, -not to eat meat, not to buy, or sell ,or barter, etc.,etc.,etc.?
Almost all “wild rice” is cultivated, but the real thing grows freely on the lakes of northern Minnesota
— Read on www.saveur.com/true-story-wild-rice-north-americas-most-misunderstood-grain/
Twenty-three years since, when I was five years old, I was brought from Boston to this pond, away in the country,—which was then but another name for the extended world for me,—one of the most ancient scenes stamped on the tablets of my memory, the oriental Asiatic valley of my world, whence so many races and inventions have gone forth in recent times. That woodland vision for a long time made the drapery of my dreams . . . Somehow or other it at once gave the preference to this recess among the pines, where almost sunshine and shadow were the only inhabitants that varied the scene, over that tumultuous and varied city, as if it had found its proper nursery. Well, now, to-night my flute awakes the echoes over this very water, but one generation of pines has fallen, and with their stumps I have cooked my supper, and a lusty growth of oaks and pines is rising all around its brim and preparing its wilder aspect for new infant eyes.
Dean’s List 