A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers - Pennsylvania State ...
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ut seen from <strong>the</strong>re is too e<strong>the</strong>really blue to be <strong>the</strong> same<br />
which <strong>the</strong> like of us have ever climbed. Its name is said to<br />
mean “The Two Breasts,” <strong>the</strong>re being two eminences some<br />
distance apart. The highest, which is about fourteen hundred<br />
feet above <strong>the</strong> sea, probably affords a more extensive<br />
view of <strong>the</strong> <strong>Merrimack</strong> valley <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong> adjacent country than<br />
any o<strong>the</strong>r hill, though it is somewhat obstructed by woods.<br />
Only a few short reaches of <strong>the</strong> river are visible, but you can<br />
trace its course far down stream by <strong>the</strong> s<strong>and</strong>y tracts <strong>on</strong> its<br />
banks.<br />
A little south of Uncannunuc, about sixty years ago, as <strong>the</strong><br />
story goes, an old woman who went out to ga<strong>the</strong>r pennyroyal,<br />
tript her foot in <strong>the</strong> bail of a small brass kettle in <strong>the</strong><br />
dead grass <strong>and</strong> bushes. Some say that flints <strong>and</strong> charcoal <strong>and</strong><br />
some traces of a camp were also found. This kettle, holding<br />
about four quarts, is still preserved <strong>and</strong> used to dye thread<br />
in. It is supposed to have bel<strong>on</strong>ged to some old French or<br />
Indian hunter, who was killed in <strong>on</strong>e of his hunting or scouting<br />
excursi<strong>on</strong>s, <strong>and</strong> so never returned to look after his kettle.<br />
But we were most interested to hear of <strong>the</strong> pennyroyal, it is<br />
soothing to be reminded that wild nature produces anything<br />
Henry David Thoreau<br />
199<br />
ready for <strong>the</strong> use of man. Men know that something is good.<br />
One says that it is yellow-dock, ano<strong>the</strong>r that it is bitter-sweet,<br />
ano<strong>the</strong>r that it is slippery-elm bark, burdock, catnip, calamint,<br />
elicampane, thoroughwort, or pennyroyal. A man may<br />
esteem himself happy when that which is his food is also his<br />
medicine. There is no kind of herb, but somebody or o<strong>the</strong>r<br />
says that it is good. I am very glad to hear it. It reminds me<br />
of <strong>the</strong> first chapter of Genesis. But how should <strong>the</strong>y know<br />
that it is good? That is <strong>the</strong> mystery to me. I am always agreeably<br />
disappointed; it is incredible that <strong>the</strong>y should have found<br />
it out. Since all things are good, men fail at last to distinguish<br />
which is <strong>the</strong> bane, <strong>and</strong> which <strong>the</strong> antidote. There are<br />
sure to be two prescripti<strong>on</strong>s diametrically opposite. Stuff a<br />
cold <strong>and</strong> starve a cold are but two ways. They are <strong>the</strong> two<br />
practices both always in full blast. Yet you must take advice<br />
of <strong>the</strong> <strong>on</strong>e school as if <strong>the</strong>re was no o<strong>the</strong>r. In respect to religi<strong>on</strong><br />
<strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong> healing art, all nati<strong>on</strong>s are still in a state of<br />
barbarism. In <strong>the</strong> most civilized countries <strong>the</strong> priest is still<br />
but a Powwow, <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong> physician a Great Medicine. C<strong>on</strong>sider<br />
<strong>the</strong> deference which is everywhere paid to a doctor’s<br />
opini<strong>on</strong>. Nothing more strikingly betrays <strong>the</strong> credulity of