Old Concord, her highways and byways; . JN IHE ASSABETH. themselves to their task of managing the oars, as hismood might be. The gentle current, sometimesscarcely perceptible to him who in softly-glidingcanoe traverses this liquid highway, yielded to theromancer, weaving his weird creations, an under-tone that never interfered with the play of hisfancy. He was fond of it all, and expressed hisdelight in this winding river, particularly the NorthBranch. 114 Old Concord. The hemlocks wooed him many times with theirdeep, dark stiUness; the overhanging trees, flingingtheir tips in the water, while
Old Concord, her highways and byways; . JN IHE ASSABETH. themselves to their task of managing the oars, as hismood might be. The gentle current, sometimesscarcely perceptible to him who in softly-glidingcanoe traverses this liquid highway, yielded to theromancer, weaving his weird creations, an under-tone that never interfered with the play of hisfancy. He was fond of it all, and expressed hisdelight in this winding river, particularly the NorthBranch. 114 Old Concord. The hemlocks wooed him many times with theirdeep, dark stiUness; the overhanging trees, flingingtheir tips in the water, while their roots tenaciouslycling to the high receding bank above, the Indianname of which, says Hawthorne, 1 have forgotten,. THE HEMLUCKS. though Mr. Thoreau told it to me; and here insome instances the trees stand leaning over theriver stretching out tlieir arms as if about to plungein headlong. We debark, and leave our small canoe fast tothe sloping shore that runs down from the grounds
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