Who should come to my lodge this morning but a true Homeric or Paphlagonian man,--he had so suitable and poetic a name that I am s...orry I cannot print it here,--a Canadian, a woodchopper and post-maker, who can hole fifty posts in a day, who made his last supper on a woodchuck which his dog caught.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Very few men can speak of Nature, for instance, with any truth. They overstep her modesty, somehow or other, and confer no favor. ...They do not speak a good word for her. Most cry better than they speak, and you can get more nature out of them by pinching than by addressing them. The surliness with which the woodchopper speaks of his woods, handling them as indifferently as his axe, is better than the mealy-mouthed enthusiasm of the lover of nature. Better that the primrose by the river's brim be a yellow primrose, and nothing more, than that it be something less.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »