The Red Cloud chief., 1876-02-17

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Mr.. John Burroughs, in his new book,
entitled winter Sunshine" opens his
first essay as follows:
IAN American resident in England is
reported as saying that the English have
an atmosphere but no climate. The re-
verse Of this remark would apply pretty
accurately to our case. We certainly
have q climate, a two edged one, that
cuts both ways, threatening us with sum
stroke on the one hand, and with FROST
stroke on the other; but We have no at
n osphere 10 speak of in New York and
New England, except nOw and then dur
ing the dog days, or the fitful and un-
certain Indian summer An atmosphere,
the quality of tone and mellowness in
the near distance, is the product of a
more humid climate. Hence, as We 90
south from New York, the atmospheric
effects Become more rich and varied,
until, on reaching the Potomac, you find
an atmosphere rs we'll as a climate. The
latter is still on the vehement American
scale. full Of sharp and violent changes
and contrasts, baking and blistering in
summer, anu nipping and blighting IN
winter, but the spaces are not so purged
and bare; the horiz) IN wal, does not so
often have the appearance of having just
been washed and scrubbed down. There
is more depth and visibility to the open
air, a stronger infusion of the Indian
summer element throughout the
year, than is found farther north. Tie
days arc softer and more brOOdlng, and
the nights more enchanting. Il
seemed as if l had never seen but a Sec
Ond rate article of sunlight Or moonlight
until l had taken up my abode in the
National Capital. 1t may be, perhaps,
because we have such splendid speci-
mems of both at that period of the year
when n values such things highest
namely, in the fall and winter and early
spring. Sunlight is good any time: but
a bright, evenly tempered day is certain
ly more cngrossing to the attention IN
winter than in summer, and such days
seem the rule and not the exception in
the Washington winter. TIE deep SHOWS
keep to the north, the heavy rains tO the
south, leaving a blue space central over
the border States. And there is not one
of the winter months but wears this blue
one as a girdle."
On pedestrianism he writes as follows :
On, the WEAKNESS, the emptiness, the
plotting, the seeking rest and finding
none, that goes by in the carriages, while
your pedestrian is always cheerful, alert,
refreshed, with his heart in his hand free
to all. He looks down upon nobody he
is on the common level. His pores are
all open, his circulation is active, his
digestion good. His heart is not cold,
nor his faculties asleep. He is the only
real traveller; be alone tastes the "gay,
fresh sentiment of the rOad.' =
AfOOt and in the open road, one
has a fair start in life ut last.
There is no hindrance now. Let
him put his best foot forward. He is
on the broadcast human plane. This is
the level of all the great laws and heroic
deeds. From this platform he is eligible
to any good fortune. He was signing Cor
the golden age; let him walk IL it.
Every step brings him nearer. The
IOuth OF the world Is but a few days
journey distant. Indeed, / know persons
who think they have walked back to
that fresh afOretims of a single bright
Sunday in autumn Or spring. Before
noon they feel its airs upon their cheeks,
and by nightfall, Oh the banks of some
quiet stream, or along some path in the
wood, or on some hilltop, aver they have
heard the voices and felt the wonder and
the mystery that 80 enchanted the early
races of men,"
The essay ON "Ekse Apple is as JUG
and fragrant a the apple itself, an
! sings the praise, of the gracious fru
E in a strain almost lyrical. Ever
healthy and honest appetite. says NJ
Burroughs, Graves the apple; but tn
boy is the true apple eater, and is not I
be questioned how he came by the fru
/, with which his pockets are filed
belongs to him, and he may steal it if
cannot be had in any other way. I'll
f ample is indeed the fruit of youth. A
. We grow old VI crave apples less. 1t
? an ominou. sign. When you al
ashamed to he seen eating them on I'll
street; when You carry them in 20,
! pocket, and your hand not constant
I find its WY TO them; when your neigl
Dor has apples and you have none, an
you make no nocturnal visits to his Orcl
, ard; when your lunch basket is witho,
f them, and you Can pass a winters nigl
, by the the firesidc with no thought
the fruit ut your elbow. t;.en be assure
you are no longer a boy, either in heal
!. or years.
/, The genuine spple-eater comfort
himself with an apple in their season ,
: others with a pipe or cigar. When b
has nothing else to do. or is bored. b
, eats an apple. While he is waiting fc
the train, he eats an apple, sometime
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