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1Sometimes I had a companion in my fishing, who came through the village to my house from the other side of the town, and
2the catching of the dinner was as much a social exercise as the eating of it. Hermit. I wonder what the world is doing
3now. I have not heard so much as a locust over the sweet-fern these three hours. The pigeons are all asleep upon their
4roosts,--no flutter from them. Was that a farmer's noon horn which sounded from beyond the woods just now? The hands are
5coming in to boiled salt beef and cider and Indian bread. Why will men worry themselves so? He that does not eat need
6not work. I wonder how much they have reaped. Who would live there where a body can never think for the barking of Bose?
7And O, the housekeeping! to keep bright the devil's door-knobs, and scour his tubs this bright day! Better not keep a
8house. Say, some hollow tree; and then for morning calls and dinner-parties! Only a woodpecker tapping. O, they swarm;
9the sun is too warm there; they are born too far into life for me. I have water from the spring, and a loaf of brown
10bread on the shelf.--Hark! I hear a rustling of the leaves. Is it some ill-fed village hound yielding to the instinct of
11the chase? or the lost pig which is said to be in these woods, whose tracks I saw after the rain? It comes on apace; my
12sumachs and sweet-briers tremble.--Eh, Mr. Poet, is it you? How do you like the world to-day? Poet. See those clouds;
13how they hang! That's the greatest thing I have seen to-day. There's nothing like it in old paintings, nothing like it
14in foreign lands,--unless when we were off the coast of Spain. That's a true Mediterranean sky. I thought, as I have my
15living to get, and have not eaten to-day, that I might go a-fishing. That's the true industry for poets. It is the only
16trade I have learned. Come, let's along. Hermit. I cannot resist. My brown bread will soon be gone. I will go with you
17gladly soon, but I am just concluding a serious meditation. I think that I am near the end of it. Leave me alone, then,
18for a while. But that we may not be delayed, you shall be digging the bait meanwhile. Angle-worms are rarely to be met
19with in these parts, where the soil was never fattened with manure; the race is nearly extinct. The sport of digging the
20bait is nearly equal to that of catching the fish, when one's appetite is not too keen; and this you may have all to
21yourself to-day. I would advise you to set in the spade down yonder among the ground-nuts, where you see the johnswort
22waving. I think that I may warrant you one worm to every three sods you turn up, if you look well in among the roots of
23the grass, as if you were weeding. Or, if you choose to go farther, it will not be unwise, for I have found the increase
24of fair bait to be very nearly as the squares of the distances. Hermit alone. Let me see; where was I? Methinks I was
25nearly in this frame of mind; the world lay about at this angle. Shall I go to heaven or a-fishing? If I should soon
26bring this meditation to an end, would another so sweet occasion be likely to offer? I was as near being resolved into
27the essence of things as ever I was in my life. I fear my thoughts will not come back to me. If it would do any good, I
28would whistle for them. When they make us an offer, is it wise to say, We will think of it? My thoughts have left no
29track, and I cannot find the path again. What was it that I was thinking of? It was a very hazy day. I will just try
30these three sentences of Con-fut-see; they may fetch that state about again. I know not whether it was the dumps or a
31budding ecstasy. Mem. There never is but one opportunity of a kind. Poet. How now, Hermit, is it too soon? I have got
32just thirteen whole ones, beside several which are imperfect or undersized; but they will do for the smaller fry; they
33do not cover up the hook so much. Those village worms are quite too large; a shiner may make a meal off one without
34finding the skewer. Hermit. Well, then, let's be off. Shall we to the Concord? There's good sport there if the water be
35not too high. Why do precisely these objects which we behold make a world? Why has man just these species of animals for
36his neighbors; as if nothing but a mouse could have filled this crevice? I suspect that Pilpay & Co. have put animals to
37their best use, for they are all beasts of burden, in a sense, made to carry some portion of our thoughts. The mice
38which haunted my house were not the common ones, which are said to have been introduced into the country, but a wild
39native kind not found in the village. I sent one to a distinguished naturalist, and it interested him much. When I was
40building, one of these had its nest underneath the house, and before I had laid the second floor, and swept out the
41shavings, would come out regularly at lunch time and pick up the crumbs at my feet. It probably had never seen a man
42before; and it soon became quite familiar, and would run over my shoes and up my clothes. It could readily ascend the
43sides of the room by short impulses, like a squirrel, which it resembled in its motions. At length, as I leaned with my
44elbow on the bench one day, it ran up my clothes, and along my sleeve, and round and round the paper which held my
45dinner, while I kept the latter close, and dodged and played at bopeep with it; and when at last I held still a piece of
46cheese between my thumb and finger, it came and nibbled it, sitting in my hand, and afterward cleaned its face and paws,
47like a fly, and walked away.
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