Part 11 (1/2)

I shall trudge one more day's journey. Then I think I shall be far enough from New York.

--I pa.s.sed a tramp to-day; and while we walked together I composed an address:

”My brother--for are we not brothers, thou and I?

”Have we not fled from the sleek man, thou and I? And is it not we alone that know Truth?

”Thy clothing is ragged, and there is hunger in thine eyes; it is so also with me.

”It is thy fate to wander; it is my fate to wander too. And with restless eyes to look out upon the world, to meet with distrust from men.

”Yet not for that am I sad, nay, not for that, but for a deeper sorrow; because I was sent out into the world with a curse upon me, because I was sent out into the world a Drunkard.

”Yea, so it is, my brother.

”And that for which I thirst is not easy to find; and when I have found it I am not content, but must seek more; and so I have only desolation.

”Who laid this curse upon us, my brother?

”That we should dwell in sorrow and unrest?

”That no man should heed our voice, and that we should grow weak and faint?

”That we should die, and be forgotten--thou and I?

”Oh, tell us wherefore--ye wise men.”

June 9th.

I have walked another day. I am beginning to get away from the suburban towns, and into the real country. I knew that it would cost me a good deal to go to a hotel last night, and it was warm, so I slept in a hay-stack!

It was quite an adventure. Now I've got my pockets stuffed full of rolls, Benjamin Franklin style.

--My mind is like the ocean after a storm.

The great waves come rolling over it still; it is all restless, tossing.

But it is sinking, sinking to rest!--Heaven grant that I may find my place of refuge before it is quite calm.

It is everything or nothing with me; I am made that way. Either I give every instant of my time, every thought, every effort to my work, or else I close up like a flower and wait. I can not write poetry and hunt a lodging too.

So I am waiting--waiting.--

June 10th.

I began inquiring to-day--a shanty, a barn--anything. Every one thinks it necessary to be very much puzzled about what I want it for. My clothes are still fairly respectable, and so they tell me about pretty summer cottages--only so much per month!