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For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Tim Bulkeley of bibble.org. From Tideway to Tideway, 1892 to '95.

In Sight of Monadnock.

From Letters of Travel by Rudyard Kipling.

After the gloom of gray Atlantic weather, our ship came to America in a flood of winter sunshine that made unaccustomed eyelids blink.

It was all as new and delightful as the steady scrunch of the snowshoes and the dazzling silence of the hills.

Beyond the very furthest range, where the pines turned to a faint blue haze against the one solitary peak, a real mountain and not a hill, showed like a gigantic thumbnail pointing heavenward.

That's Monadnock, said the man from the West.

All the hills have Indian names.

For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Tim Bulkeley of bigbible.org. From Tideway to Tideway, 1892 to 95.

In Sight of Monadnock.

From Letters of Travel by Rudyard Kipling.

After the gloom of gray Atlantic weather, our ship came to America in a flood of winter sunshine that made unaccustomed eyelids blink.

It was all as new and delightful as the steady scrunch of the snowshoes and the dazzling silence of the hills.

Beyond the very furthest range, where the pines turn to a faint blue haze against the one solitary peak, a real mountain and not a hill, showed like a gigantic thumbnail pointing heavenward.

«That's Monadnock,» said the man from the West.

«All the hills have Indian names.

Here and there hard masses of unusually resistant rock stand up as isolated rounded heights like Mount Katahdin in Maine.

They are known as Monadnocks from the mountain of that name in southern New Hampshire.

In other places larger and more irregular masses of hard rock form mountain groups like the White Mountains, the Green Mountains, and the Berkshires, each of which is merely a great series of Monadnocks.

In the latitude of southern New York the crystalline rocks are compressed into narrow compass and lose their mountainous character.

They form the irregular hills on which New York City itself is built and which make the suburbs of Westchester County along the eastern Hudson so diverse and beautiful.

For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Tim Bulkeley of bible.org. From Tideway to Tideway, 1892 to '95.

In Sight of Monadnock.

From Letters of Travel by Rudyard Kipling.

After gloom of gray Atlantic weather, our ship came to America in a flood of winter sunshine that made unaccustomed eyelids blink.

It was all as new and delightful as the steady scrunch of the snowshoes and the dazzling silence of the hills.

Beyond the very furthest range, where the pines turn to a faint blue haze against the one solitary peak, a real mountain and not a hill, showed like a gigantic thumbnail pointing heavenward.

"That's Monadnock," said the man from the West.

"All the hills have Indian names.

For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Tim Bulkeley of BigBible.org. From Tideway to Tideway, 1892 to '95.

In Sight of Monadnock.

From Letters of Travel by Rudyard Kipling.

After the gloom of gray Atlantic weather, our ship came to America in a flood of winter sunshine that made unaccustomed eyelids blink.

It was all as new and delightful as the steady scrunch of the snowshoes and the dazzling silence of the hills.

Beyond the very furthest range, where the pines turned to a faint blue haze against the one solitary peak, a real mountain and not a hill, showed like a gigantic thumbnail pointing heavenward.

"That's Monadnock," said the man from the West.

"All the hills have Indian names.

For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Tim Bulkeley of BigBible.org. From Tideway to Tideway, eighteen ninety-two to ninety-five.

In Sight of Monadnock.

From Letters of Travel by Rudyard Kipling.

After the gloom of gray Atlantic weather, our ship came to America in a flood of winter sunshine that made unaccustomed eyelids blink.

It was all as new and delightful as the steady scrunch of the snow-shoes and the dazzling silence of the hills.

Beyond the very furthest range, where the pines turn to a faint blue haze against the one solitary peak, a real mountain and not a hill, showed like a gigantic thumb-nail pointing heavenward.

"That's Monadnock," said the man from the West.

"All the hills have Indian names.

For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Tim Bulkeley of BigBible.org. From Tideway to Tideway, 1892 to '95.

In Sight of Monadnock.

From Letters of Travel by Rudyard Kipling.

After gloom of gray Atlantic weather, a ship came to America in a flood of winter sunshine that made unaccustomed eyelids blink.

It was all as new and delightful as the steady scrunch of the snowshoes and the dazzling silence of the hills.

Beyond the very furthest range, where the pines turned to a faint blue haze against the one solitary peak, a real mountain and not a hill, showed like a gigantic thumbnail pointing heavenward.

That's Monadnock, said the man from the west.

All the hills have Indian names.

For more information or to volunteer, please visit librivox.org. Recording by Tim Bulkeley of bicbible.org. From Tideway to Tideway, 1892-95.

In Sight of Monadnock.

From Letters of Travel by Rudyard Kipling.

After gloom of gray Atlantic weather, our ship came to America in a flood of winter sunshine that made unaccustomed eyelids blink.

The driver, with red mittens on his hands, felt over stockings that came up to his knees, and perhaps a silver grey coonskin coat on his back walks beside crying “Gee haw!” even as is written in American stories And the speech of the driver explains many things in regard to the dialect story, which at its best is an infliction to many Now that I have heard the long unhurried drawl of Vermont my wonder is not that New England tales would be printed in what for the sake of argument we will call English and its type But rather they should not have appeared in Swedish or Russian Our alphabet is too limited This part of the country belongs by laws unknown To the United States But which obtain all the world over To the new england Story and ladies who write it You feel this in the air As soon as you see White painted wooden houses Left out in the snow The austere schoolhouse And the people Men of the farms Women Who work hard They With May Be Less enjoyment Of life Other Houses Well Painted Quaintly Roofed That belong Judge This Lawyer That Banker Such A One All powers In metropolis Six Thousand folk Over Railway station More acutely Still Do realize Atmosphere When read Local paper Announcements Chicken suppers Church sociables Be given By such Denomination Sandwiched Between paragraphs Genial Friendly Interest Showing Countryside Live Without slaying Each other On terms Terrifying Intimacy Folk Old Rock Dwellers Older houses Born raised Hereabouts Would not live Out town Any consideration Are insane People South Men women Boston Like Actually build houses Open country Two Even three miles From main street Nearly four hundred yards Long Centre Life Population Strangers Particularly If buy Groceries Street Means Town Little do Knows Everything Much more Also Goes Among Them Dresses Cattle Views Manners Children Manner Servants Every conceivable thing Reported Digested Discussed Rediscussed Up Down Main Street Wisdom Not being At times Equal Grasping Problems Everybody else's lives Delicacy Sometimes Makes pathetic mistakes Town Set Ears See therefore Towns Certain size Do differ Materially World over Talk men Farms Their farms Purchase Mortgage Sale Recorded rights Boundary lines Road tax Was Middle Zealand Edge Wild horse plains Heard Talk last Man Wife Twenty miles Nearest neighbour Sat Half discussing Just same Things Men talked Main street Vermont USA Is one man State Much exercised Place Farmhand Raised Hamlet Fifteen twenty miles Nearest railway Great daring Wandered here Bustle Turmoil Mainstreet Glare Electric lights Five storied brick Business block Frighten Distress much Taken service Farm Away delirious delights Says he Been offered Twenty five dollars month Work Bakery York Don't get me Know york Seen place Scares me Strength Drawing Hay Feeding cattle Winter life farm Does mean Comparative idleness Written hour Seems Have Sixty minutes Work Cattle Housed Eat eternally Colts Turned drink Ice Broken Necessary Ice Stored Summer Use Real work Hauling logs Firewood begins depends Fuel Woods Trees Blazed Autumn Fall Leaf Felled later, cut into four-foot lengths and as soon as the friendly snow makes sledging possible drawn down to the woodhouse.

Afterwards, the needs of the farm can be attended to and a farm like an arch is never at rest.

A little later will come maple sugar time when the stately maples are tapped and as the sap begins to stir and be ringed with absurd little buckets—a cow being milked into a thimble gives some idea of the proportion which are emptied into cauldrons afterwards this is the time of the sugaring off parties you pour the boiled syrup into tins full of fresh snow where it hardens And you pretend to help and become very sticky and make love boys and girls together Even the introduction of patent sugar evaporators has not spoiled the lovemaking There is a certain scarcity of men to make love with Not so much in towns Which have their own manufactories and lie within the lover's sabbath day journey of New York but in the farms and villages The men have gone away The young men are fighting fortune further west and the women remain forever As women must On the farms When the children depart the old man and the old woman strive to hold things together without help And the woman's portion is work and monotony Sometimes she goes mad To the extent which appreciably affects statistics and is put down in census reports More often let us hope She dies In the villages Where the necessity for heavy work Is not so urgent The women find consolation in the formation Of literary clubs and circles And so gather to themselves A great deal of wisdom In their own way That way is not altogether lovely They desire facts and knowledge that they are At a certain page in a German or Italian book before a certain time Or that they have read the proper books in a proper way At any rate they have something to do that seems as if they were doing something It has been said that the New England stories are cramped and narrow even a far-off view of the ironbound life whence they are drawn justifies the author You can carve a nut in a thousand different ways by reason of the hardness of the shell Twenty or thirty miles across the hills on the way to the Green Mountains Lie some finished chapters of pitiful stories A few score abandoned farms started in a lean land held fiercely So long as there was anyone to work them and then left on the hillsides Beyond this desolation Are woods where the bear and the deer still Find peace and sometimes even the beaver forgets that he is persecuted and dares to build his lodge These things were told me By a man who loved the woods For their own sake and not for the sake of slaughter A quiet slow spoken Man of the West Who came across the drifts on Snowshoes and refrained from laughing when I borrowed His footgear and tried to walk The gigantic lawn tennis bats strung With hide are not easy to maneuver If you forget to keep the Long heels down and trailing in the snow You turn over and Become as a man who falls Into deep water With a life belt tied to his ankles If you lose your balance Do not attempt to recover it But drop half sitting and Half kneeling Over as large an area as Possible When you have mastered the wolf step Can slide one shoe above The other deftly that is to say The sensation of paddling over a Ten -foot deep drift and taking shortcuts by buried fences is worth the ankle ache The man from the West Interpreted to me the signs on the snow Showed how a fox This section of the country is Full of foxes and Men shoot them because Riding is impossible Leaves one kind of spoor Walking with circumspection as becomes a thief and a dog who has nothing to be ashamed of but widens his forelegs and plunges another How coons go to sleep for the winter and squirrels too and how the deer on the Canada border trample down Deep paths that are called Yards and are caught there By inquisitive men with cameras Who hold them by Their tails when the Deer have blundered into Deep snow and so Photograph their frightened dignity He told me of people also The manners and customs of new englanders here And how they blossom and develop in the Far west on the newer Railway lines when matters Come very nearly to Civil war between rival companies racing for the same canyon How there is a Country not very far Away called Caledonia Populated by the Scotch Who can give points to a new englander in a bargain And how these Same scotch americans by birth Name their townships Still after the cities of their thrifty race It was all as new and delightful as the steady scrunch of the snow shoes and the dazzling silence of the hills beyond the very furthest range where the pines turned to a faint blue haze against the one solitary peak a real mountain and not a hill showed like a gigantic thumbnail pointing heavenward “That’s Monadnock,” said the man from the West.

All the hills have Indian names; you left Montasticwat on your right coming out of town.” You know how often it happens that a word shuttles in and out of many years waking all sorts of incongruous associations: I had met ‘Monadnock’ on paper in a shameless parody of Emerson’s style But the word stuck because of a rhyme in which one was, Crown coeval with Monadnock's crest And my wings extended touch The east and west Later, the same word Pursued on the same principle As that blessed one Mesopotamia Led me to and through Emerson Up to his poem On the peak itself.