This autumnal festival, when men are gathered in crowds in the streets as regularly and by as natural a law as the leaves cluster ...and rustle by the wayside, is naturally associated in my mind with the fall of the year. The low of cattle in the streets sounds like a hoarse symphony or running bass to the rustling of the leaves. The wind goes hurrying down the country, gleaning every loose straw that is left in the fields, while every farmer lad too appears to scud before it ... to country fairs and cattle-shows, to that Rome among the villages where the treasures of the year are gathered.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Farmers in overalls and wide-brimmed straw hats lounge about the store on hot summer days, when the most common sound is the thump...-thump-thump of a hound's leg on the floor as he scratches contentedly. Oldtime hunters say that fleas are a hound's salvation: his constant twisting and clawing in pursuit of the tormentors keeps his joints supple.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Their empty victual-wagons up the street Over the bridge dreadfully sound and sway;... Their eyes, as hanged men's, turning the wrong way; And nothing on their backs, or heads, or feet. One sees the ribs and all the skeletons Of their gaunt horses; and a sorry sight Are the torn saddles, crammed with straw and stones.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
--the dark ajar, the rocks breaking with light, and undisturbed, unbreathing flame,... colorless, sparkless, freely fed on straw, and, lulled within, a family with pets, --and looked and looked our infant sight away.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
When the water of a place is bad it is safest to drink none that has not been filtered through either the berry of a grape, or els...e a tub of malt. These are the most reliable filters yet invented.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
So hideous was the noise, ah! benedicite! Certes, he Jacke Straw and his meinie... Ne made never shoutes half so shrill When that they woulden any Fleming kill, As thilke day was made upon the fox.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Never would it occur to a child that a sheep, a pig, a cow or a chicken was good to eat, while, like Milton's Adam, he would eager...ly make a meal off fruits, nuts, thyme, mint, peas and broad beans which penetrate further and stimulate not only the appetite but other vague and deep nostalgias. We are closer to the Vegetable Kingdom than we know; is it not for man alone that mint, thyme, sage, and rosemary exhale "crush me and eat me!"Mfor us that opium poppy, coffee-berry, teaplant and vine perfect themselves? Their aim is to be absorbed by us, even if it can only be achieved by attaching themselves to roast mutton.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »