Digital heart book

Here, then, the Indians
must have fished before the whites arrived. There was another
similar sandy tract about half a mile above this.

Still the noon prevailed, and we turned the prow aside to bathe,
and recline ourselves under some buttonwoods, by a ledge of
rocks, in a retired pasture sloping to the water's edge, and
skirted with pines and hazels, in the town of Hudson. Still had
India, and that old noontide philosophy, the better part of our
thoughts.
It is always singular, but encouraging, to meet with common sense
in very old books, as the Heetopades of Veeshnoo Sarma; a playful
wisdom which has eyes behind as well as before, and oversees
itself. It asserts their health and independence of the
experience of later times. This pledge of sanity cannot be
spared in a book, that it sometimes pleasantly reflect upon
itself. The story and fabulous portion of this book winds
loosely from sentence to sentence as so many oases in a desert,
and is as indistinct as a camel's track between Mourzouk and
Darfour. It is a comment on the flow and freshet of modern
books.


Pages:
204 205 206 207 208 209 210 211 212 213 214 215 216 217 218 219 220 221 222 223 224 225 226 227 228