“ Millions of the large wood-ibis are seen wading through the water, mudding it up, and striking deadly blows with their bills on the fish within. Here are a hoard of blue herons—the sand-hill crane rises with hoarse note—the snake-birds are perched here and there on the dead timber of the trees—the cormorants are fishing—buzzards and carrion-crows exhibit a mourning train, patiently waiting for the water to dry and leave food for them—and far in the horizon, the eagle overtakes a devoted wood-duck, singled from the clouded flocks that have been bred there. ”
Summary
A Book of the United States is a descriptive and thematic exploration of the nation’s geography, history, and natural wonders, though its author remains unknown. The text spans regions from New England to the Rocky Mountains, detailing rivers, lakes, and landscapes such as the Mississippi and Saco, while evoking the majesty of Niagara Falls and the complexity of cave formations.
It addresses political structures, critiquing governance as a “scramble for office,” and reflects on the relationship between settlers, indigenous peoples, and the environment. Through vivid natural imagery and insights into colonial life, the work synthesizes the United States’ physical and societal features, portraying its identity as both a land of wild beauty and ongoing political evolution.
Quotes from A Book of the United States ()
“ No sight can be more sublime than to behold in the night a stream of fire of several miles in breadth, advancing across these wide plains, leaving behind it a black cloud of smoke, and throwing before it a vivid glare which lights up the whole landscape with the brilliancy of noonday. A roaring and cracking sound is heard like the rushing of a hurricane. The flame, which in general rises to the height of about twenty feet, is seen sinking and darting upwards in spires, precisely as the waves dash against each other, and as the spray flies up into the air ”
“ The moment it is passed, the mountains seem to have vanished. A level meadow, overgrown with long grass and wild flowers, and spotted with tufts of shrubbery, spreads itself before the astonished eye, on the left, and a swamp or thicket, on the right, conceals the ridge of mountains which extend to the north: the road separates this thicket from the meadow. Not far from the Notch, on the right hand side of the road, several springs issue from the rocks that compose the base of the mountain, unite in the thicket, and form the Saco river. ”
