A SHADED slope bounds the homestead to the southward, and a thick copse,
descending rather abruptly to the river, flanks the grounds in the rear.
Screened from sun and glare, the grass-plot is always a favorite
lounging-place during hot weather. Across the water a west or south wind
invariably blows, freighted with coolness and charged with that
indefinable odor which the wind gathers from its passage through a wood.
From the trees and bushes and grasses along the river banks the air has
dusted a fragrance; from the leaves, the fern fronds, and the flowers it
has extracted an aroma. The scent of the swamp honeysuckle along the
hillside now forms its strongest component part. Its perfume is
tangible, fresh, and uncloying—sentient with the delicious breath of the
summer—and, I fancy, charms the wood-thrushes into sweeter song.
The west or south wind invariably blows. Even when not felt, it may be
seen in the aspen’s trembling leaves; so that, however hot the day, here
a breeze may be always felt or seen. Through the trees the river
sparkles, and through a wider opening may be traced its sinuous course
until it merges into haze and sky. My book remains unopened; it is
pleasanter to read the earth and air. The bees hum, a wood-dove calls,
the soothing roar of the rapids rises and falls. So sweet is summer air,
so caressing are summer sounds.
How the sails have multiplied on the river! Is it the haze or the sudden
sunlight that has transformed their canvas into unaccustomed color?
Yonder a larger vessel, of different mold from the pleasure-craft, is
rounding the river’s curve in her cruise up-stream. Her clean-cut prow
rises high in air, her painted canvas is spread, and the sunlight
strikes the gold of her sides. Onward she sails, graceful as a
water-bird, tacking at intervals to catch the breeze. At once it becomes
plain to me—it is no mirage, no cheat of the atmosphere, but a reality.
Up the river from the lake, through the lake from the sea; launched from
her harbor in distant lands, and laden with her precious stores, my ship
has come!
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