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Each of us inevitable;
upon the earth; Each of us allowed the eternal purports of the earth; Each of us here as divinely as any is here.
You Hottentot with clicking palate ! You woolly
haired hordes ! You owned persons, dropping sweat-drops or blood
drops You human forms with the fathomless ever-impressive
countenances of brutes ! I dare not refuse you—the scope of the world, and of
time and space, are upon me.
You poor Koboo whom the meanest of the rest look
down upon, for all your glimmering language
and spirituality! You low expiring aborigines of the hills of Utah, Oregon,
California ! You dwarfed Kamtschatkan, Greenlander, Lap! You Austral negro, naked, red, sooty, with protrusive
lip, grovelling, seeking your food! You Caffre, Berber, Soudanese ! You haggard, uncouth, untutored Bedowee ! You plague-swarms in Madras, Nankin, Kaubul, Cairo! You bather bathing in the Ganges ! You benighted roamer of Amazonia ! you Patagonian !
you Fejee-man! You peon of Mexico ! you slave of Carolina, Texas,
much before you either; I do not say one word against you, away back there,
where you stand; You will come forward in due time to my side.
My spirit has passed in compassion and determination
around the whole earth;
I have looked for equals and lovers, and found them
ready for me in all lands; I think some divine rapport has equalized me with them.
13. O vapours! I think I have risen with you, and moved
away to distant continents, and fallen down
there, for reasons ; I think I have blown with you, O winds; O waters, I have fingered every shore with you.
I have run through what any river or strait of the globe
has run through; I have taken my stand on the bases of peninsulas, and
on the high embedded rocks, to cry thence.
Salut au monde !
those cities myself ; All islands to which birds wing their way, I wing my
SONG OF THE BROAD-AXE.
WEAPON, shapely, naked, wan!
only one! Grey-blue leaf by red-heat grown! helve produced from
a little seed sown ! Resting the grass amid and upon, To be leaned, and to lean on.
Strong shapes, and attributes of strong shapes—mascu
line trades, sights and sounds; Long varied train of an emblem, dabs of music; Fingers of the organist skipping staccato over the keys
of the great organ.
Welcome are all earth's lands, each for its kind;
of the grape; Welcome are lands of sugar and rice; Welcome the cotton-lands—welcome those of the white
potato and sweet potato; Welcome are mountains, flats, sands, forests, prairies; Welcome the rich borders of rivers, table-lands, open
ings; Welcome the measureless grazing-lands-welcome the
teeming soil of orchards, flax, honey, hemp; Welcome just as much the other more hard-faced lands; Lands rich as lands of gold, or wheat and fruit lands; Lands of mines, lands of the manly and rugged ores; Lands of coal, copper, lead, tin, zinc; Lands of Iron ! lands of the make of the axe !
3. The log at the wood-pile, the axe supported by it; The sylvan hut, the vine over the doorway, the space
cleared for a garden, The irregular tapping of rain down on the leaves, after
the storm is lulled, The wailing and moaning at intervals, the thought of
The thought of ships struck in the storm, and put on
their beam-ends, and the cutting-away of masts; The sentiment of the huge timbers of old-fashioned
houses and barns;
The remembered print or narrative, the voyage at a
venture of men, families, goods, The disembarkation, the founding of a new city, The voyage of those who sought a New England and
found it—the outset anywhere, The settlements of the Arkansas, Colorado, Ottawa,
Williamette, The slow progress, the scant fare, the axe, rifle, saddle
bags; The beauty of all adventurous and daring persons, The beauty of wood-boys and wood-men, with their
clear untrimmed faces, The beauty of independence, departure, actions that
rely on themselves, The American contempt for statutes and ceremonies,
the boundless impatience of restraint, The loose drift of character, the inkling through random
types, the solidification; The butcher in the slaughter-house, the hands aboard
schooners and sloops, the raftsman, the pioneer, Lumbermen in their winter camp, daybreak in the
woods, stripes of snow on the limbs of trees, the
occasional snapping, The glad clear sound of one's own voice, the merry
song, the natural life of the woods, the strong
day's-work, The blazing fire at night, the sweet taste of supper, the
talk, the bed of hemlock-boughs, and the bear
-The house-builder at work in cities or anywhere, The preparatory jointing, squaring, sawing, mortising, The hoist-up of beams, the push of them in their places,
laying them regular, Setting the studs by their tenons in the mortises, accord
ing as they were prepared, The blows of mallets and hammers, the attitudes of the
men, their curved limbs, Bending, standing, astride the beams, driving-in pins,
holding on by posts and braces, The hooked arm over the plate, the other arm wielding
The floor-men forcing the planks close, to be nailed, Their postures, bringing their weapons downward on
the bearers, The echoes resounding through the vacant building; The huge store-house carried up in the city, well under
way, The six framing-men, two in the middle, and two at
each end, carefully bearing on their shoulders a
heavy stick for a cross-beam, The crowded line of masons with trowels in their right
hands, rapidly laying the long side-wall, two
hundred feet from front to rear, The flexible rise and fall of backs, the continual click
of the trowels striking the bricks, The bricks, one after another, each laid so workman
like in its place, and set with a knock of the
trowel-handle, The piles of materials, the mortar on the mortar-boards,
and the steady replenishing by the hod-men; -Spar-makers in the spar-yard, the swarming row of
well-grown appentices, The swing of their axes on the square-hewed log, shap
ing it toward the shape of a mast, The brisk short crackle of the steel driven slantingly
into the pine, The butter-coloured chips flying off in great flakes and
slivers, The limber motion of brawny young arms and hips in
easy costumes ; The constructor of wharves, bridges, piers, bulk-heads,
floats, stays against the sea ; - The city fireman-the fire that suddenly bursts forth
in the close-packed square, The arriving engines, the hoarse shouts, the nimble
stepping and daring, The strong command through the fire-trumpets, the
falling in line, the rise and fall of the arms forc
ing the water, The slender, spasmic, blue-white jets-the bringing-to
bear of the hooks and ladders, and their execution,