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Scorch'd ankle-deep by the hot sand—hauling my boat down the shallow river;. Where the panther walks to and fro on a limb overhead —where the buck turns furiously at the hunter;. Where the rattlesnake suns his flabby length on a rock —where the otter is feeding on fish;.
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Where the alligator in his tough pimples sleeps by the bayou;. Where the black bear is searching for roots or honey— where the beaver pats the mud with his paddle- shaped tail;. Over the growing sugar—over the yellow-flower'd cotton plant—over the rice in its low moist field;. Over the shar-peak'd farm house, with its scallop'd scum and slender shoots from the gutters;. Over the western persimmon—over the long-leav'd corn —over the delicate blue-flower flax;. Over the white and brown buckwheat, a hummer and buzzer there with the rest;. Over the dusky green of the rye as it ripples and shades in the breeze;.
Scaling mountains, pulling myself cautiously up, hold- ing on by low scragged limbs;. Walking the path worn in the grass, and beat through the leaves of the brush;. Where the quail is whistling betwixt the woods and the wheat-lot;. Where the bat flies in the Seventh-month eve—where the great gold-bug drops through the dark;. Where the brook puts out of the roots of the old tree and flows to the meadow;.
Where cattle stand and shake away flies with the tremu- lous shuddering of their hides;. Where the cheese-cloth hangs in the kitchen—where andirons straddle the hearth-slab—where cob- webs fall in festoons from the rafters;. Where trip-hammers crash—where the press is whirling its cylinders;.
Wherever the human heart beats with terrible throes under its ribs;. Where the pear-shaped balloon is floating aloft, float- ing in it myself, and looking composedly down;. Where the life-car is drawn on the slip-noose—where the heat hatches pale-green eggs in the dented sand;. Where the she-whale swims with her calf, and never forsakes it;. Where the steam-ship trails hind-ways its long pennant of smoke;. Where the fin of the shark cuts like a black chip out of the water;.
Where the half-burn'd brig is riding on unknown cur- rents,. Where shells grow to her slimy deck—where the dead are corrupting below;. Where the dense-starr'd flag is borne at the head of the regiments;. Approaching Manhattan, up by the long-stretching island;. Under Niagara, the cataract falling like a veil over my countenance;.
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Upon a door-step—upon the horse-block of hard wood outside;. Upon the race-course, or enjoying picnics or jigs, or a good game of base-ball;. At he-festivals, with blackguard jibes, ironical license, bull-dances, drinking, laughter;. At the cider-mill, tasting the sweets of the brown mash, sucking the juice through a straw;. At apple-peelings, wanting kisses for all the red fruit I find;. At musters, beach-parties, friendly bees, huskings, house-raisings:. Where the mocking-bird sounds his delicious gurgles, cackles, screams, weeps;.
Where the hay-rick stands in the barn-yard—where the dry-stalks are scattered—where the brood-cow waits in the hovel;. Where the bull advances to do his masculine work— where the stud to the mare—where the cock is treading the hen;. Where the heifers browse—where geese nip their food with short jerks;. Where sun-down shadows lengthen over the limitless and lonesome prairie;.
Where herds of buffalo make a crawling spread of the square miles far and near;.
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Where the humming-bird shimmers—where the neck of the long-lived swan is curving and winding;. Where the laughing-gull scoots by the shore, where she laughs her near-human laugh;. Where bee-hives range on a gray bench in the garden, half hid by the high weeds;. Where band-neck'd partridges roost in a ring on the ground with their heads out;. Where burial coaches enter the arch'd gates of a cemetery;. Where winter wolves bark amidst wastes of snow and icicled trees;. Where the yellow-crowned heron comes to the edge of the marsh at night and feeds upon small crabs;.
Where the splash of swimmers and divers cools the warm noon;.
Where the katy-did works her chromatic reed on the walnut-tree over the well:. Through patches of citrons and cucumbers with silver- wired leaves;. Through the salt-lick or orange glade, or under conical firs;.
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Through the gymnasium—through the curtain'd saloon —through the office or public hall;. Pleas'd with the native, and pleas'd with the foreign— pleas'd with the new and old;. Pleas'd with women, the homely as well as the hand- some;.
Pleas'd with the quakeress as she puts off her bonnet and talks melodiously;. Pleas'd with the tune of the choir of the white-wash'd church;. Pleas'd with the earnest words of the sweating Metho- dist preacher, or any preacher—impress'd seri- ously at the camp-meeting:. Looking in at the shop-windows of Broadway the whole forenoon—flatting the flesh of my nose on the thick plate-glass;.
Wandering the same afternoon with my face turn'd up to the clouds,. My right and left arms round the sides of two friends, and I in the middle:. Coming home with the silent and dark-cheek'd bush- boy— behind me he rides at the drape of the day:.
Far from the settlements, studying the print of animals' feet, or the moccasin print;. By the cot in the hospital, reaching lemonade to a feverish patient;. Nigh the coffin'd corpse when all is still, examining with a candle:. Hurrying with the modern crowd, as eager and fickle as any;. Hot toward one I hate, ready in my madness to knife him;. Solitary at midnight in my back yard, my thoughts gone from me a long while;. Walking the old hills of Judea, with the beautiful gentle God by my side;.
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Speeding through space—speeding through heaven and the stars;. Speeding amid the seven satellites, and the broad ring, and the diameter of eighty thousand miles;. Speeding with tail'd meteors—throwing fire balls like the rest;. Carrying the crescent child that carries its own full mother in its belly;. And look at quintillions ripened, and look at quintillions green. My messengers continually cruise away, or bring their returns to me. Through the clear atmosphere I stretch around on the wonderful beauty;. The enormous masses of ice pass me, and I pass them— the scenery is plain in all directions;.