The junior senator from Wisconsin, by his reckless charges, has so preyed upon the fears and hatreds and prejudices of the America...n people that he has started a prairie fire which neither he nor anyone else may be able to control.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
A poet can read. A poet can write. A poet is African in Africa, or Irish in Ireland, or French on the left bank of Paris, or white... in Wisconsin. A poet writes in her own language. A poet writes of her own people, her own history, her own vision, her own room, her own house where she sits at her own table quietly placing one word after another word until she builds a line and a movement and an image and a meaning that somersaults all of these into the singing, the absolutely individual voice of the poet: at liberty. A poet is somebody free. A poet is someone at home. How should there be Black poets in America?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
For half a mile from the shore it was one mass of white breakers, which, with the wind, made such a din that we could hardly hear ...ourselves speak.... This was the stormiest sea that we witnessed,--more tumultuous, my companion affirmed, than the rapids of Niagara, and, of course, on a far greater scale. It was the ocean in a gale, a clear, cold day, with only one sail in sight, which labored much, as if it were anxiously seeking a harbor.... It was the roaring sea, thalassa exeessa.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
With Uncle George in the stern, and Tom in the bows, each using a spruce pole about twelve feet long, pointed with iron, and polin...g on the same side, we shot up the rapids like a salmon, the water rushing and roaring around, so that only a practiced eye could distinguish a safe course, or tell what was deep water and what rocks, frequently grazing the latter on one or both sides, with a hundred as narrow escapes as ever the Argo had in passing through the Symplegades. I, who had had some experience in boating, had never experienced any half so exhilarating before.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
In the night I dreamed of trout-fishing; and, when at length I awoke, it seemed a fable that this painted fish swam there so near ...my couch, and rose to our hooks the last evening, and I doubted if I had not dreamed it all. So I arose before dawn to test its truth, while my companions were still sleeping. There stood Ktaadn with distinct and cloudless outline in the moonlight; and the rippling of the rapids was the only sound to break the stillness. Standing on the shore, I once more cast my line into the stream, and found the dream to be real and the fable true. The speckled trout and silvery roach, like flying-fish, sped swiftly through the moonlight air, describing bright arcs on the dark side of Ktaadn, until moonlight, now fading into daylight, brought satiety to my mind, and the minds of my companions, who had joined me.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
We were soon at the Aboljacarmegus Falls.... It seemed as if it needed only a little familiarity, and a little more skill, to navi...gate down such falls as Niagara itself with safety. At any rate, I should not despair of such men in the rapids above Table Rock, until I saw them actually go over the falls, so cool, so collected, so fertile in resources are they. One might have thought that these were falls, and that falls were not to be waded through with impunity, like a mud-puddle. There was really danger of their losing their sublimity in losing their power to harm us. Familiarity breeds contempt.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Mosquitoes, black flies, etc., pursued us in mid-channel, and we were glad sometimes to get into violent rapids, for then we escap...ed them.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
According to my observation, a batteau, properly manned, shoots rapids as a matter of course, which a single Indian with a canoe c...arries round.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I cannot tell how many times we had to walk on account of falls or rapids. We were expecting all the while that the river would ta...ke a final leap and get to smooth water, but there was no improvement this forenoon.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »