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Title: A word from the Maine woods
Year: 1907 (1900s)
Authors: (Thoreau, Henry David), 1817-1862 Bangor and Aroostook railroad company. (from old catalog)
Subjects: Piscataquis County (Me.) -- Description and travel
Publisher: (Bangor, Me., Bangor & Aroostook railroad co.
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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s so high that it did not lose its topin such a case. I have heard a story of two men being lost once in thesewoods, nearer to the settlement than this, who climbed the loftiest pine theycould find, some six feet in diameter at the ground, from whose top they dis-covered a solitary clearing and its smoke. When at this height, some twohundred feet from the ground, one of them became dizzy, and fainted in hiscompanions arms, and the latter had to accomplish the descent with him,alternately fainting and reviving, as best he could. To Tom we cried, Whereaway does the summit bear ? where the burnt lands ? The last he couldonly conjecture; he descried, however, a little meadow and pond, lyingprobably in our course, which we concluded to steer for. On reaching thissecluded meadow, we found fresh tracks of moose on the shore of the pond,and the water was still unsettled as if they had fled before us. A little farther,in a dense thicket, vve seemed to be still on their trail. It was a small 27
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meadow, of a few acres, on the mountain side, concealed by the forest, andperhaps never seen by a white man before, where one would think that themoose might browse and bathe, and rest in peace. Pursuing this course, wesoon reached the open land, which went sloping down some miles toward thePenobscot. Perhaps I most fully realized that this was primeval, untamed, and for-ever untamable Nature, or whatever else men call it, while coming down thispart of the mountain. We were passing over Burnt Land, burnt bylightning, perchance, though they showed no recent marks of fire, hardly somuch as a charred stump, but looked rather like a natural pasture for the mooseand deer, exceedingly wild and desolate, with occasional strips of timber cross-ing them, and low poplars springing up, and patches of blueberries here andthere. 1 found myself traversing them familiarly, like some pasture run to waste, orpartially reclaimed by man ; but wiien I reflected what man, what brother orsister or kinsman

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