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Updated: August 31, 2025
Vague longings, born of springtime mystery, stirred your blood, quickened the imagination. Roads that never were, and mayhap never will be, beckoned you with their sinuous curves and graceful shade trees toward velvety fields beyond the city's skyline. The sweet fragrance of blossoming orchards tingled in your nostrils and thrilled you with wanderlust. Haunting melodies quavered in your ears.
The wanderlust has carried me far, but the lakes and waterfalls, the bluffs and the bays of the great northern No-Man's Land are my home, and with Mukwa the bear, Mah-en-gin the wolf, Wash-gish the red deer, and Ah-Meek the beaver, I have much consorted and have found their company quite to my liking.
The sunny, pleasant days of spring had come, and the air was balmy and sweet with the perfume of blossoms, making the vagrant soul of Henry Hill sick with wanderlust, and he could hardly wait to put his plans into action. "Austin, I believe I shall take Lola and Doyle out to your grandmother's, and try to get work there," he said one morning at the breakfast-table.
Yet they made the paper sell, and if Orion had but realized his possession he might have turned his brother's talent into capital even then." One evening in 1858, the boy, consumed with wanderlust, asked his mother for five dollars to start on his travels. He failed to receive the money, but he defiantly announced that he would go "anyhow."
Naturally our trip had appealed to them, and one month in Benton had aggravated that hopelessly incurable disease Wanderlust. So we had agreed that somewhere down river we would camp for a week and wait for them. They would do the cooking, and we would take them in tow.
Are you, now far away and deep in the American winter, with me once again in memory over the seas in this warm and wonderful and fugitive world? And do you hear with me again the twang of guitars come out the hedges of the Avenue Marigny? And do you smell with me the rare perfume of the wet asphalt and feel with me the wanderlust in the spirit soul of the Seine?
"On'y I don't see anything comical in it." And then she giggled for some time. The talk and stoo went forward cheerfully. Beside the Goldnagels, on the ground floor, these two women were the doctor's only fellow lodgers, for Mister Garland, of the wanderlust, had not visited his family since the day in October, and so hardly counted.
A farm-hand was first to note their call, and got such a case of wanderlust when he observed the geese that he kept on going without return to the house. He wrote, however, this significant news: "Jack: Wild guse on your pleace. Leve corn on wood-lot. He come back mabe. Steve." Jack Miner did just that; and the next year he left the corn a little nearer the house and so on.
Fresh he would arrive, and cleanly clad, from grand folk who were his friends as I was his friend, and again, weary and worn, he would creep up the brier-rose path from the Montanas or Mexico. And without a word, when his wanderlust gripped him, he was off and away into that great mysterious underworld he called "The Road."
Then his smile disappeared and his eyes, blue-gray, took on frosty little glints. The Kid, after straightening out the troubled affairs of the Thomas family, was heading northwest again. It was the age-old wanderlust that led him out of the Rio country once more. "What do yo' say, Blizzahd?" he drawled. His tones held just a trace of sarcasm.
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