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At intervals, +and not infrequent ones, the forest and the ocean summon me--one with +the roar of its waves, the other with the murmur of its boughs--forth +from the haunts of men. But I must wander many a mile, ere I could +stand beneath the shadow of even one primeval tree, much less be lost +among the multitude of hoary trunks, and hidden from earth and sky by +the mystery of darksome foliage. Nothing is within my daily reach +more like a forest than the acre or two of woodland near some suburban +farm-house. When, therefore, the yearning for seclusion becomes a +necessity within me, I am drawn to the sea-shore, which extends its +line of rude rocks and seldom-trodden sands, for leagues around our +bay. Setting forth at my last ramble, on a September morning, I +bound myself with a hermit's vow, to interchange no thoughts with man +or woman, to share no social pleasure, but to derive all that day's +enjoyment from shore, and sea, and sky,--from my soul's communion with +these, and from fantasies, and recollections, or anticipated +realities. Surely here is enough to feed a human spirit for a single +day. Farewell, then, busy world! Till your evening lights shall +shine along the street,--till they gleam upon my sea-flushed face, as +I tread homeward,--free me from your ties, and let me be a peaceful +outlaw. + +Highways and cross-paths are hastily traversed, and, clambering down a +crag, I find myself at the extremity of a long beach. How gladly does +the spirit leap forth, and suddenly enlarge its sense of being to the +full extent of the broad, blue, sunny deep! A greeting and a homage +to the Sea! I descend over its margin, and dip my hand into the wave +that meets me, and bathe my brow. That far-resounding roar is Ocean's +voice of welcome. His salt breath brings a blessing along with it. +Now let us pace together--the reader's fancy arm in arm with mine-- +this noble beach, which extends a mile or more from that craggy +promontory to yonder rampart of broken rocks. In front, the sea; in +the rear, a precipitous bank, the grassy verge of which is breaking +away, year after year, and flings down its tufts of verdure upon the +barrenness below. The beach itself is a broad space of sand, brown +and sparkling, with hardly any pebbles intermixed. Near the water's +edge there is a wet margin, which glistens brightly in the sunshine, +and reflects objects like a mirror; and as we tread along the +glistening border, a dry spot flashes around each footstep, but grows +moist again, as we lift our feet. In some spots, the sand receives a +complete impression of the sole, square toe and all; elsewhere it is +of such marble firmness, that we must stamp heavily to leave a print +even of the iron-shod heel. Along the whole of this extensive beach +gambols the surf wave: now it makes a feint of dashing onward in a +fury, yet dies away with a meek murmur, and does but kiss the strand; +now, after many such abortive efforts, it rears itself up in an +unbroken line, heightening as it advances, without a speck of foam on +its green crest. With how fierce a roar it flings itself forward, and +rushes far up the beach! + +As I threw my eyes along the edge of the surf, I remember that I was +startled, as Robinson Crusoe might have been, by the sense that human +life was within the magic circle of my solitude. Afar off in the +remote distance of the beach, appearing like sea-nymphs, or some +airier things, such as might tread upon the feathery spray, was a +group of girls. Hardly had I beheld them, when they passed into the +shadow of the rocks and vanished. To comfort myself--for truly I +would fain have gazed a while longer--I made acquaintance with a flock +of beach birds. These little citizens of the sea and air preceded me +by about a stone's-throw along the strand, seeking, I suppose, for +food upon its margin. Yet, with a philosophy which mankind would do +well to imitate, they drew a continual pleasure from their toil for a +subsistence. The sea was each little bird's great playmate. They +chased it downward as it swept back, and again ran up swiftly before +the impending wave, which sometimes overtook them and bore them off +their feet. But they floated as lightly as one of their own feathers +on the breaking crest. In their airy flutterings, they seemed to rest +on the evanescent spray. Their images--long-legged little figures, +with gray backs and snowy bosoms--were seen as distinctly as the +realities in the mirror of the glistening strand. As I advanced, they +flew a score or two of yards, and, again alighting, recommenced their +dalliance with the surf wave; and thus they bore me company along the +beach, the types of pleasant fantasies, till, at its extremity, they +took wing over the ocean, and were gone. After forming a friendship +with these small surf-spirits, it is really worth a sigh, to find no +memorial of them, save their multitudinous little tracks in the sand. + +When we have paced the length of the beach, it is pleasant, and not +unprofitable, to retrace our steps, and recall the whole mood and +occupation of the mind during the former passage. Our tracks, being +all discernible, will guide us with an observing consciousness through +every unconscious wandering of thought and fancy. Here we followed +the surf in its reflux, to pick up a shell which the sea seemed loath +to relinquish. Here we found a sea-weed, with an immense brown leaf, +and trailed it behind us by its long snake-like stalk. Here we seized +a live horseshoe by the tail, and counted the many claws of the queer +monster. Here we dug into the sand for pebbles, and skipped them upon +the surface of the water. Here we wet our feet while examining a +jelly-fish, which the waves, having just tossed it up, now sought to +snatch away again. Here we trod along the brink of a fresh-water +brooklet, which flows across the beach, becoming shallower and more +shallow, till at last it sinks into the sand, and perishes in the +effort to bear its little tribute to the main. Here some vagary +appears to have bewildered us; for our tracks go round and round, and +are confusedly intermingled, as if we had found a labyrinth upon the +level beach. And here, amid our idle pastime, we sat down upon almost +the only stone that breaks the surface of the sand, and were lost in +an unlooked-for and overpowering conception of the majesty and +awfulness of the great deep. Thus, by tracking our footprints in the +sand, we track our own nature in its wayward course, and steal a +glance upon it, when it never dreams of being so observed. Such +glances always make us wiser. + +This extensive beach affords room for another pleasant pastime. With +your staff you may write verses--love-verses, if they please you best +--and consecrate them with a woman's name. Here, too, may be inscribed +thoughts, feelings, desires, warm out-gushings from the heart's secret +places, which you would not pour upon the sand without the certainty +that, almost ere the sky has looked upon them, the sea will wash them +out. Stir not hence till the record be effaced. Now--for there is +room enough on your canvas--draw huge faces,--huge as that of the +Sphinx on Egyptian sands,--and fit them with bodies of corresponding +immensity, and legs which might stride half-way to yonder island. +Child's play becomes magnificent on so grand a scale. But, after all, +the most fascinating employment is simply to write your name in the +sand. Draw the letters gigantic, so that two strides may barely +measure them, and three for the long strokes! Cut deep, that the +record may be permanent! Statesmen, and warriors, and poets have +spent their strength in no better cause than this. Is it +accomplished? Return, then, in an hour or two, and seek for this +mighty record of a name. The sea will have swept over it, even as +time rolls its effacing waves over the names of statesmen, and +warriors, and poets. Hark, the surf wave laughs at you! + +Passing from the beach, I begin to clamber over the crags, making my +difficult way among the ruins of a rampart, shattered and broken by +the assaults of a fierce enemy. The rocks rise in every variety of +attitude; some of them have their feet in the foam, and are shagged +half-way upward with sea-weed; some have been hollowed almost into +caverns by the unwearied toil of the sea, which can afford to spend +centuries in wearing away a rock, or even polishing a pebble. One +huge rock ascends in monumental shape, with a face like a giant's +tombstone, on which the veins resemble inscriptions, but in an unknown +tongue. We will fancy them the forgotten characters of an +antediluvian race; or else that Nature's own hand has here recorded a +mystery, which, could I read her language, would make mankind the +wiser and the happier. How many a thing has troubled me with that +same idea! Pass on, and leave it unexplained. Here is a narrow +avenue, which might seem to have been hewn through the very heart of +an enormous crag, affording passage for the rising sea to thunder back +and forth, filling it with tumultuous foam, and then leaving its floor +of black pebbles bare and glistening. In this chasm there was once an +intersecting vein of softer stone, which the waves have gnawed away +piecemeal, while the granite walls remain entire on either side. How +sharply, and with what harsh clamor, does the sea rake hack the +pebbles, as it momentarily withdraws into its own depths! At +intervals, the floor of the chasm is left nearly dry; but anon, at the +outlet, two or three great waves are seen struggling to get in at +once; two hit the walls athwart, while one rushes straight through, +and all three thunder, as if with rage and triumph. They heap the +chasm with a snow-drift of foam and spray. While watching this scene, +I can never rid myself of the idea that a monster, endowed with life +and fierce energy, is striving to burst his way through the narrow +pass. And what a contrast, to look through the stormy chasm, and +catch a glimpse of the calm bright sea beyond! + +Many interesting discoveries may be made among these broken cliffs. +Once, for example, I found a dead seal, which a recent tempest had +tossed into the nook of the rocks, where his shaggy carcass lay rolled +in a heap of eel-grass, as if the sea-monster sought to hide himself +from my eye. Another time, a shark seemed on the point of leaping +from the surf to swallow me; nor did I wholly without dread approach +near enough to ascertain that the man-eater had already met his own +death from some fisherman in the bay. In the same ramble, I +encountered a bird,--a large gray bird,--but whether a loon, or a wild +goose, or the identical albatross of the Ancient Mariner, was beyond +my ornithology to decide. It reposed so naturally on a bed of dry +sea-weed, with its head beside its wing, that I almost fancied it +alive, and trod softly lest it should suddenly spread its wings +skyward. But the sea-bird would soar among the clouds no more, nor +ride upon its native waves; so I drew near, and pulled out one of its +mottled tail-feathers for a remembrance. Another day, I discovered an +immense bone, wedged into a chasm of the rocks; it was at least ten +feet long, curved like a cimeter, bejewelled with barnacles and small +shell-fish, and partly covered with a growth of sea-weed. Some +leviathan of former ages had used this ponderous mass as a jawbone. +Curiosities of a minuter order may be observed in a deep reservoir, +which is replenished with water at every tide, but becomes a lake +among the crags, save when the sea is at its height. At the bottom of +this rocky basin grow marine plants, some of which tower high beneath +the water, and cast a shadow in the sunshine. Small fishes dart to +and fro, and hide themselves among the sea-weed; there is also a +solitary crab, who appears to lead the life of a hermit, communing +with none of the other denizens of the place; and likewise several +five-fingers,--for I know no other name than that which children give +them. If your imagination be at all accustomed to such freaks, you +may look down into the depths of this pool, and fancy it the +mysterious depth of ocean. But where are the hulks and scattered +timbers of sunken ships? where the treasures that old Ocean hoards?-- +where the corroded cannon?--where the corpses and skeletons of seamen, +who went down in storm and battle? + +On the day of my last ramble (it was a September day, yet as warm as +summer), what should I behold as I approached the above-described +basin but three girls sitting on its margin, and--yes, it is veritably +so--laving their snowy feet in the sunny water! These, these are the +warm realities of those three visionary shapes that flitted from me on +the beach. Hark! their merry voices, as they toss up the water with +their feet! They have not seen me. I must shrink behind this rock, +and steal away again. + +In honest truth, vowed to solitude as I am, there is something in this +encounter that makes the heart flutter with a strangely pleasant +sensation. I know these girls to be realities of flesh and blood, +yet, glancing at them so briefly, they mingle like kindred creatures +with the ideal beings of my mind. It is pleasant, likewise, to gaze +down from some high crag, and watch a group of children, gathering +pebbles and pearly shells, and playing with the surf, as with old +Ocean's hoary beard. Nor does it infringe upon my seclusion, to see +yonder boat at anchor off the shore, swinging dreamily to and fro, and +rising and sinking with the alternate swell; while the crew--four +gentlemen, in round-about jackets--are busy with their fishing-lines. +But, with an inward antipathy and a headlong flight, do I eschew the +presence of any meditative stroller like myself, known by his pilgrim +staff, his sauntering step, his shy demeanor, his observant yet +abstracted eye. From such a man, as if another self had scared me, I +scramble hastily over the rocks, and take refuge in a nook which many +a secret hour has given me a right to call my own. I would do battle +for it even with the churl that should produce the title-deeds. Have +not my musings melted into its rocky walls and sandy floor, and made +them a portion of myself? + +It is a recess in the line of cliffs, walled round by a rough, high +precipice, which almost encircles and shuts in a little space of sand. +In front, the sea appears as between the pillars of a portal. In the +rear, the precipice is broken and intermixed with earth, which gives +nourishment not only to-clinging and twining shrubs, but to trees, +that gripe the rock with their naked roots, and seem to struggle hard +for footing and for soil enough to live upon. These are fir-trees; +but oaks hang their heavy branches from above, and throw down acorns +on the beach, and shed their withering foliage upon the waves. At +this autumnal season, the precipice is decked with variegated +splendor; trailing wreaths of scarlet flaunt from the summit downward; +tufts of yellow-flowering shrubs, and rose-bushes, with their reddened +leaves and glossy seed-berries, sprout from each crevice; at every +glance, I detect some new light or shade of beauty, all contrasting +with the stern, gray rock. A rill of water trickles down the cliff +and fills a little cistern near the base. I drain it at a draught, +and find it fresh and pure. This recess shall be my dining-hall. +And what the feast? A few biscuits, made savory by soaking them in +seawater, a tuft of samphire gathered from the beach, and an apple for +the dessert. By this time, the little rill has filled its reservoir +again; and, as I quaff it, I thank God morn heartily than for a civic +banquet, that he gives me the healthful appetite to make a feast of +bread and water. + +Dinner being over, I throw myself at length upon the sand, and, +basking in the sunshine, let my mind disport itself at will. The +walls of this my hermitage have no tongue to tell my follies, though I +sometimes fancy that they have ears to hear them, and a soul to +sympathize. There is a magic in this spot. Dreams haunt its +precincts, and flit around me in broad sunlight, nor require that +sleep shall blindfold me to real objects, ere these be visible. Here +can I frame a story of two lovers, and make their shadows live before +me, and be mirrored in the tranquil water, as they tread along the +sand, leaving no footprints. Here, should I will it, I can summon up +a single shade, and be myself her lover. Yes, dreamer,--but your +lonely heart will be the colder for such fancies. Sometimes, too, the +Past comes back, and finds me here, and in her train come faces which +were gladsome, when I knew them, yet seem not gladsome now. Would +that my hiding-place were lonelier, so that the past might not find +me! Get ye all gone, old friends, and let me listen to the murmur of +the sea,--a melancholy voice, but less sad than yours. Of what +mysteries is it telling? Of sunken ships, and whereabouts they lie? +Of islands afar and undiscovered, whose tawny children are unconscious +of other islands and of continents, and deem the stars of heaven their +nearest neighbors? Nothing of all this. What then? Has it talked for +so many ages, and meant nothing all the while--No; for those ages find +utterance in the sea's unchanging voice, and warn the listener to +withdraw his interest from mortal vicissitudes, and let the infinite +idea of eternity pervade his soul. This is wisdom; and, therefore, +will I spend the next half-hour in shaping little boats of drift-wood, +and launching them on voyages across the cove, with the feather of a +sea-gull for a sail. If the voice of ages tell me true, this is as +wise an occupation as to build ships of five hundred tons, and launch +them forth upon the main, bound to "far Cathay." Yet, how would the +merchant sneer at me! + +And, after all, can such philosophy be true? Methinks I could find a +thousand arguments against it. Well, then, let yonder shaggy rock, +mid-deep in the surf,--see! he is somewhat wrathful,--he rages and +roars and foams,--let that tall rock be my antagonist, and let me +exercise my oratory like him of Athens, who bandied words with an +angry sea and got the victory. My maiden speech is a triumphant one; +for the gentleman in sea-weed has nothing to offer in reply, save an +immitigable roaring. His voice, indeed, will be heard a long while +after mine is hushed. Once more I shout, and the cliffs reverberate +the sound. O, what joy for a shy man to feel himself so solitary, +that he may lift his voice to its highest pitch without hazard of a +listener! But, hush!--be silent, my good friend!--whence comes that +stifled laughter? It was musical,--but how should there be such music +in my solitude? Looking upwards, I catch a glimpse of three faces, +peeping from the summit of the cliff, like angels between me and their +native sky. Ah, fair girls, you may make yourselves merry at my +eloquence,--but it was my turn to smile when I saw your white feet in +the pool! Let us keep each other's secrets. + +The sunshine has now passed from my hermitage, except a gleam upon the +sand just where it meets the sea. A crowd of gloomy fantasies will +come and haunt me, if I tarry longer here, in the darkening twilight +of these gray rocks. This is a dismal place in some moods of the +mind. Climb we, therefore, the precipice, and pause a moment on the +brink, gazing down into that hollow chamber by the deep where we have +been, what few can be, sufficient to our own pastime,-yes, say the +word outright!--self-sufficient to our own happiness. How lonesome +looks the recess now, and dreary, too,--like all other spots where +happiness has been! There lies my shadow in the departing sunshine +with its head upon the sea. I will pelt it with pebbles. A hit! a +hit! I clap my hands in triumph, and see! my shadow clapping its +unreal hands, and claiming the triumph for itself. What a simpleton +must I have been all day,--since my own shadow makes a mock of my +fooleries! + +Homeward! homeward! It is time to hasten home. It is time; it is +time; for as the sun sinks over the western wave, the sea grows +melancholy, and the surf has a saddened tone. The distant sails +appear astray, and not of earth, in their remoteness amid the desolate +waste. My spirit wanders forth afar, but finds no resting-place, and +comes shivering back. It is time that I were hence. But grudge me +not the day that has been spent in seclusion, which yet was not +solitude, since the great sea has been my companion, and the little +sea-birds my friends, and the wind has told me his secrets, and airy +shapes have flitted around me in my hermitage. Such companionship +works an effect upon a man's character, as if he had been admitted to +the society of creatures that are not mortal. And when, at noontide, +I tread the crowded streets, the influence of this day will still be +felt; so that I shall walk among men kindly and as a brother, with +affection and sympathy, but yet shall not melt into the +indistinguishable mass of humankind. I shall think my own thoughts, +and feel my own emotions, and possess my individuality unviolated. + +But it is good, at the eve of such a day, to feel and know that there +are men and women in the world. That feeling and that knowledge are +mine, at this moment; for, on the shore, far below me, the fishing- +party have landed from their skiff, and are cooking their scaly prey +by a fire of drift-wood, kindled in the angle of two rude rocks. The +three visionary girls are likewise there. In the deepening twilight, +while the surf is dashed near their hearth, the ruddy gleam of the +fire throws a strange air of comfort over the wild cove, bestrewn as +it is with pebbles and sea-weed, and exposed to the "melancholy main." +Moreover, as the smoke climbs up the precipice, it brings with it a +savory smell from a pan of fried fish, and a black kettle of chowder, +and reminds me that my dinner was nothing but bread and water, and a +tuft of samphire, and an apple. Methinks the party night find room +for another guest, at that flat rock which serves them for a table; +and if spoons be scarce, I could pick up a clamshell on the beach. +They see me now; and--the blessing of a hungry man upon him!--one of +them sends up a hospitable shout,--halloo, Sir Solitary! come down and +sup with us! The ladies wave their handkerchiefs. Can I decline? +No; and be it owned, after all my solitary joys, that this is the +sweetest moment of a Day by the Sea-shore. + + + + + +*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK, FOOTPRINTS ON SEA-SHORE *** +By Nathaniel Hawthorne + +****** This file should be named haw4510.txt or haw4510.zip ******* + +Corrected EDITIONS of our etexts get a new NUMBER, haw4511.txt +VERSIONS based on separate sources get new LETTER, haw4510a.txt + +This eBook was produced by David Widger [widger@cecomet.net] + +Project Gutenberg eBooks are often created from several printed +editions, all of which are confirmed as Public Domain in the US +unless a copyright notice is included. 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