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    Yankee Gypsies
    Yankee Gypsies
    Yankee Gypsies
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    Yankee Gypsies

    By John Greenleaf Whittier

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    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherArchive Classics
    Release dateNov 27, 2013
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      Yankee Gypsies - John Greenleaf Whittier

      The Project Gutenberg EBook of Yankee Gypsies, by John Greenleaf Whittier

      This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with

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      Title: Yankee Gypsies

      Author: John Greenleaf Whittier

      Release Date: August 10, 2008 [EBook #878]

      Last Updated: November 10, 2012

      Language: English

      *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK YANKEE GYPSIES ***

      Produced by Anthony J. Adam, and David Widger

      YANKEE GYPSIES

      by John Greenleaf Whittier

                       "Here's to budgets, packs, and wallets;

                       Here's to all the wandering train."

                       BURNS.(1)

      I CONFESS it, I am keenly sensitive to skyey influences. (2) I profess no indifference to the movements of that capricious old gentleman known as the clerk of the weather. I cannot conceal my interest in the behavior of that patriarchal bird whose wooden similitude gyrates on the church spire. Winter proper is well enough. Let the thermometer go to zero if it will; so much the better, if thereby the very winds are frozen and unable to flap their stiff wings. Sounds of bells in the keen air, clear, musical, heart-inspiring; quick tripping of fair moccasined feet on glittering ice pavements; bright eyes glancing above the uplifted muff like a sultana's behind the folds of her yashmak;(3) schoolboys coasting down street like mad Greenlanders; the cold brilliance of oblique sunbeams flashing back from wide surfaces of glittering snow, or blazing upon ice jewelry of tree and roof: there is nothing in all this to complain of. A storm of summer has its redeeming sublimities,—its slow, upheaving mountains of cloud glooming in the western horizon like new-created volcanoes, veined with fire, shattered by exploding thunders. Even the wild gales of the equinox have their varieties,—sounds of wind-shaken woods and waters, creak and clatter of sign and casement, hurricane puffs, and down-rushing rain-spouts. But this dull, dark autumn day of thaw and rain, when the very clouds seem too spiritless and languid to storm outright or take themselves out of the way of fair weather; wet beneath and above, reminding one of that rayless atmosphere of Dante's Third Circle, where the infernal Priessnitz(4) administers his hydropathic torment,—

           "A heavy, cursed, and relentless drench,—

           The land it soaks is putrid;"

      or rather, as everything animate and inanimate is seething in warm mist, suggesting the idea that Nature, grown old and rheumatic, is trying the efficacy of a Thomsonian steam-box(5) on a grand scale; no sounds save the heavy plash of muddy feet on the pavements;

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