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Tried by his own test, he has no reason to be ashamed of his taste or his manners when Slabsides is critically examined.
If I and you had both died she could not have shed more tears than she has over this petty matter. I shall take to Slabsides to escape this tearful deluge. It has been very dry, no rain and no tears for six weeks. I was glad to see it come, cistern or no cistern. It has saved the hay crop and the strawberries. The leaves are all out here and the apple blossoms fallen. Mr. and Mrs.
Burroughs showed me the old rosebush in the pasture, all that was left to mark the site where a house had once stood; even before his boyhood days this house had become a thing of the past. The roses, though, had always been a joy to him, and had played such a part in his early days that he had transplanted some of the old bush to a spot near his doorsteps at Slabsides.
We hear no sounds all the day outside the cabin but the merry calls of chickadees, until in mid-afternoon an unwelcome "Halloa!" tells us the wagon is come to take us down to Riverby. Reluctantly the fire is extinguished, and the wide, hospitable door of Slabsides closes behind us.
It is there that he has built himself a picturesque retreat, a rustic house named Slabsides. I find that, to many, the word "Slabsides" gives the impression of a dilapidated, ramshackle kind of place. This impression is an incorrect one. The cabin is a well-built two-story structure, its uneuphonious but fitting name having been given it because its outer walls are formed of bark-covered slabs.
Burroughs at Slabsides in April: "There is nothing I want to say but for a while I would like to be near him. He is my great good teacher and friend.... As you know, he is more to me than Harvard or Yale. He is the biggest, simplest, and serenest man I have met in all the East." I suppose there is no literary landmark in America that has had a more far-reaching influence than Slabsides.
The waters know their own and draw The brook that springs in yonder heights; So flows the good with equal law Unto the soul of pure delights. The stars come nightly to the sky, The tidal wave comes to the sea; Nor time, nor space, nor deep, nor high, Can keep my own away from me. "Come and go to Slabsides for over Sunday I think we can keep warm.
W. P. Tuesday, Jan. 25 . It still keeps mild here snow nearly gone, but ice in the river to the elbow. We do not get away yet. Your mother will not stir and Hiram and I will probably go to Slabsides, as she wants to shut up the house. Hiram came a week ago and stays and eats here in the study I am far less forlorn when he is here.
I early developed a love of comrades, and was always fond of company and am yet, as the records of Slabsides show. I was quite a hunter in my youth, as most farm boys are, but I never brought home much game a gray squirrel, a partridge, or a wild pigeon occasionally.
In the following letter he comments upon a book I had sent him, and draws at the same time a picture of days at Slabsides: Slabsides, Sunday, May 22 . The other day when I went home your mother "jumped" me about two things, my going down to R's to lunch and my taking you to that 5 cent show in Boston.... Heavy thunder showers here Thursday night, cloudy to-day. Pretty warm the last three days.
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