Alick Allier AMATEUR EMIGRANT Arethusa artist asked Beast of Gévaudan began better Calistoga Camisards Cévennes Cigarette color Commissary Compiègne Creil dark Devonian door emigrant English eyes face fancy followed forest gentleman Gévaudan gone green hand Hanson head heard heart heaven hills hour human Kelmar La Fère land Landrecies light live look Lozère Mexican mind Modestine Monterey morning Mount Saint Helena mountain Napa Valley never night Oise once paddle passed pedler perhaps plain pleasant pleasure Plymouth Brother poor rain river road round Rufe scarce scene Schramberger seemed ship side Silverado smiling spirit steerage stood strange street suppose talk thing thought tion told Toll House took town Trappist trees turned valley voice walk whole wind wine wonder wood word young
172 psl. - For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move...
593 psl. - To be honest, to be kind to earn a little and to spend a little less/ to make upon the whole a family happier for his presence,' to renounce when that shall be necessary and not be embittered, to keep a few friends but these without capitulation above all, on the same grim condition, to keep friends with himself here is a task for all that a man has of fortitude and delicacy.
536 psl. - ... it for all in all, the pleasure of the thing was substantive; and to be a boy with a bull's-eye under his topcoat was good enough for us. "When two of these asses met, there would be an anxious 'Have you got your lantern?
455 psl. - Gates; how at each stage of the construction, roaring, impromptu cities, full of gold and lust and death, sprang up and then died away again, and are now but wayside stations in the desert; how in these uncouth places pigtailed Chinese pirates worked side by side with border ruffians and broken men from Europe, talking together in a mixed dialect, mostly oaths, gambling, drinking, quarrelling and murdering like wolves; how the plumed hereditary lord of all America heard, in this last fastness, the...
197 psl. - ... hemisphere, and all the outdoor world are on their feet. It is then that the cock first crows; not this time to announce the dawn, but like a cheerful watchman speeding the course of night. Cattle awake on the meadows; sheep break their fast on dewy hill-sides, and change to a new lair among the ferns; and houseless men, who have lain down with the fowls, open their dim eyes and behold the beauty of the night.
537 psl. - The essence of this bliss was to walk by yourself in the black night ; the slide shut, the topcoat buttoned ; not a ray escaping, whether to conduct your footsteps or to make your glory public : a mere pillar of darkness in the dark ; and all the while, deep down in the privacy of your fool's heart, to know you had a bull's-eye at your belt, and to exult and sing over the knowledge. II It is said that a poet has died young in the breast of the most stolid.
199 psl. - I became aware of a strange lack. I wished a companion to lie near me in the starlight, silent and not moving, but ever within touch. For there is a fellowship more quiet even than solitude, and which, rightly understood, is solitude made perfect. And to live out of doors with the woman a man loves is of all lives the most complete and free.
587 psl. - Roman senator; in ships at sea, a man inured to hardship and vile pleasures, his brightest hope a fiddle in a tavern and a bedizened trull who sells herself to rob him, and he for all that simple, innocent, cheerful, kindly like a child, constant to toil, brave to drown, for others; in the slums of cities, moving among indifferent millions to mechanical employments, without hope of change in the future, with scarce a pleasure in the present, and yet true to his virtues, honest up to his lights, kind...
475 psl. - The one common note of all this country is the haunting presence of the ocean. A great faint sound of breakers follows you high up into the inland canyons ; the roar of water dwells in the clean, empty rooms of Monterey as in a shell upon the chimney ; go where you will, you have but to pause and listen to hear the voice of the Pacific.
599 psl. - A late lark twitters from the quiet skies: And from the west, Where the sun, his day's work ended, Lingers as in content, There falls on the old, gray city An influence luminous and serene, A shining peace. The smoke ascends In a rosy-and-golden haze. The spires Shine and are changed. In the valley Shadows rise. The lark sings on. The sun, Closing his benediction, Sinks, and the darkening air Thrills with a sense of the triumphing night Night with her train of stars And her great gift of sleep.