Solitude
try, and ts protection. In one heavy
tning struck a large pitche
pond, making a very conspicuous and perfectly regular spiral groove
from top to bottom, an inch or more deep, and four or five inches
ick. I passed it again the
otruck
mark, noinct terrific and resistless
bolt came do of t years ago. Men
frequently say to me, quot;I shink you would feel lonesome down
t to be nearer to folks, rainy and snowy days and
nig; I am tempted to reply to suchis whole
eart is but a point in space. ,
t distant inants of yonder star,
t be appreciated by our instruments?
our planet in this
o me not to be t important question.
sort of space is t wes a man from his fellows
and makes ary? I no exertion of the legs
can bring t do
most to do? Not to many men surely, t, the
post-office, ting-he
grocery, Beacon s, e,
but to the perennial source of our life, whence in all our
experience o issue, as tands near
ter and sends out its roots in t direction. this will vary
natures, but the place where a wise man will
dig ook one of my townsmen, who
ed ;a yquot; -- though I
never got a fair vie -- on the alden road, driving a pair of
cattle to market, wo
give up so many of ts of life. I ans I was very
sure I liked it passably joking. And so I home
to my bed, and left o pick