The country was new to me beyond Fitchburg.... As we were whirled rapidly along, I noticed the woodbine (Ampelopsis quinquefolia),... its leaves now changed, for the most part on dead trees, draping them like a red scarf. It was a little exciting, suggesting bloodshed, or at least a military life, like an epaulet or sash, as if it were dyed with the blood of the trees whose wounds it was inadequate to stanch. For now the bloody autumn was come, and an Indian warfare was waged through the forest. These military trees appeared very numerous, for our rapid progress connected those that were even some miles apart.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
It was not the hero I admired, but the reflection from his epaulet or helmet. It is nothing (for us) permanently inherent in anoth...er, but his attitude or relation to what we prize, that we admire.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »