A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers - Pennsylvania State ...
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ming up <strong>the</strong>ir week, with <strong>on</strong>e eye out <strong>on</strong> <strong>the</strong> golden sun,<br />
<strong>and</strong> <strong>on</strong>e toe up<strong>on</strong> a reed, eying <strong>the</strong> w<strong>on</strong>drous universe in<br />
which <strong>the</strong>y act <strong>the</strong>ir part; <strong>the</strong> fishes swam more staid <strong>and</strong><br />
soberly, as maidens go to church; shoals of golden <strong>and</strong> silver<br />
minnows rose to <strong>the</strong> surface to behold <strong>the</strong> heavens, <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong>n<br />
sheered off into more sombre aisles; <strong>the</strong>y swept by as if moved<br />
by <strong>on</strong>e mind, c<strong>on</strong>tinually gliding past each o<strong>the</strong>r, <strong>and</strong> yet<br />
preserving <strong>the</strong> form of <strong>the</strong>ir battali<strong>on</strong> unchanged, as if <strong>the</strong>y<br />
were still embraced by <strong>the</strong> transparent membrane which held<br />
<strong>the</strong> spawn; a young b<strong>and</strong> of brethren <strong>and</strong> sisters trying <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
new fins; now <strong>the</strong>y wheeled, now shot ahead, <strong>and</strong> when we<br />
drove <strong>the</strong>m to <strong>the</strong> shore <strong>and</strong> cut <strong>the</strong>m off, <strong>the</strong>y dexterously<br />
tacked <strong>and</strong> passed underneath <strong>the</strong> boat. Over <strong>the</strong> old wooden<br />
bridges no traveller crossed, <strong>and</strong> nei<strong>the</strong>r <strong>the</strong> river nor <strong>the</strong><br />
fishes avoided to glide between <strong>the</strong> abutments.<br />
Here was a village not far off behind <strong>the</strong> woods, Billerica,<br />
settled not l<strong>on</strong>g ago, <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong> children still bear <strong>the</strong> names of<br />
<strong>the</strong> first settlers in this late “howling wilderness”; yet to all<br />
intents <strong>and</strong> purposes it is as old as Fernay or as Mantua, an<br />
old gray town where men grow old <strong>and</strong> sleep already under<br />
moss-grown m<strong>on</strong>uments,—outgrow <strong>the</strong>ir usefulness. This<br />
is ancient Billerica, (Villarica?) now in its dotage, named from<br />
<strong>the</strong> English Billericay, <strong>and</strong> whose Indian name was<br />
A <str<strong>on</strong>g>Week</str<strong>on</strong>g> <strong>on</strong> <strong>the</strong> C<strong>on</strong>cord <strong>and</strong> <strong>Merrimack</strong> <strong>Rivers</strong><br />
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Shawshine. I never heard that it was young. See, is not nature<br />
here g<strong>on</strong>e to decay, farms all run out, meeting-house<br />
grown gray <strong>and</strong> racked with age? If you would know of its<br />
early youth, ask those old gray rocks in <strong>the</strong> pasture. It has a<br />
bell that sounds sometimes as far as C<strong>on</strong>cord woods; I have<br />
heard that,—ay, hear it now. No w<strong>on</strong>der that such a sound<br />
startled <strong>the</strong> dreaming Indian, <strong>and</strong> frightened his game, when<br />
<strong>the</strong> first bells were swung <strong>on</strong> trees, <strong>and</strong> sounded through <strong>the</strong><br />
forest bey<strong>on</strong>d <strong>the</strong> plantati<strong>on</strong>s of <strong>the</strong> white man. But to-day I<br />
like best <strong>the</strong> echo amid <strong>the</strong>se cliffs <strong>and</strong> woods. It is no feeble<br />
imitati<strong>on</strong>, but ra<strong>the</strong>r its original, or as if some rural Orpheus<br />
played over <strong>the</strong> strain again to show how it should sound.<br />
D<strong>on</strong>g, sounds <strong>the</strong> brass in <strong>the</strong> east,<br />
As if to a funeral feast,<br />
But I like that sound <strong>the</strong> best<br />
Out of <strong>the</strong> fluttering west.<br />
The steeple ringeth a knell,<br />
But <strong>the</strong> fairies’ silvery bell<br />
Is <strong>the</strong> voice of that gentle folk,<br />
Or else <strong>the</strong> horiz<strong>on</strong> that spoke.