The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1906-05-06

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= have o yearnine now ssid NJ
MaoHllnk. 'fof nature. van 10 get out
into the so,ighlna woods and by the bab-
bling brooks and see the cows swish their
tails In the mcadows.
Il want 20 wander aheld and pick butter
cups and daisies and then rambie back
10 tho cossy farmhouse and eat corned
beef and turnips sud pork and oabba 20
and thsn sc out In the sun and smoke my
pipe and watch the flsecy clouds float by.
II ! don't 60 10 sleep,
Il want TO 60 fishing In those streams
where everybody caught big fsh last year
but where the few fsh caught this year
run 80 surprisingly small. I wan to go
somewhere where the black flies and mos
quitoes are 20 thick that you have to push
'em away TO got into the house, and whore
Il rains for o week on end, when all you
can do In to sit at the window and see the
trees drip.
i want 10 get out and climb mountains
and wade through bogs one day and 60
next day on a blackboard ride with fourteen
other boarders along a sandy road where
the horses have to walk for miles in the
oroiling sun, 10 como back at night and
eat canned vegetables, because all the
fresh vegetables had 10 be sent to the city
to solace the poor people who couldn't
get away.
Il want to 60 cruising in a cabin cat that
can make six miles an hour in a gale
but that in actual experience doesn't make
any miles at all but gets becalmed and drifts
,. a hI,a r,Y,I Aot fhnra . ~ 10 laft ,yhon The
tide goes down; a boat that, when she is
not grounding in the mud, is always get
ting her centreboard jammed, and things
like that. l want TO go bathing on a fine
sandy beach on which in some mysterious
manner, since the beautiful little booklet
of tho house was written, broken clam and
oyster shells have been scattered thickly,
and where you can't go bathing at all ex.
cept at certain times Of the tide.
Il want to eat in place of the fine fish din
ners for which this house is famous dinners
Of fried halibut, the finer fish commonly
caught in these waters having departed
this season as m~ysteriously as those clam
! and oyster shells on the beach came.
Back in the country again In that Gne
| old farmhouse, l want to sleep on a feather
bed in the attic and be stung by wasps. !
want to DO driven out OF a forty acre lot
by the angry bull. / want to see the fire.
fies fit at night and hear the bullfrogs
croak and smell once more the kerosene
when we light the lamps within.
Il want TO get away, away, from the
teeming city and all its conventionalities
away from the tiled bathrooms and the cleo
trio lights, away from the appetizing break
fasts and the regularly recurring good
dinners; away from all the endlessly reit-
Grated routine Of the m%ultitudinous facilities
and comforts of a great city and back to
nature and the simple life But l ant
60.
Every year / nave this ~yearning, Just
the same, but every year / must stife it
in the bud. For while natur beckons and
beckons me away, there are other and more
insistent beokonings-clutch armed these
and grocery bills and all those sordid de-
mands that bind us down as with chains
of steel.
Il want to 60 out and roll down hill, but
must stay here and work.