Theodore Winthrop

Name: The Canoe and the Saddle — Chapter VI
Author: Theodore Winthrop

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“The Canoe and the Saddle — Chapter VI”, is a work by Theodore Winthrop. It explores elements such as hooihut, Loolowcan and fuel.

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Theodore Winthrop, The Canoe and the Saddle — Chapter VI

“ Butterfingers drops his red-hot rasher into his bosom, or lets slip his mug of coffee into his boot drying at the fire, — a boot henceforth saccharine. A mule, slipping his halter, steps forward unnoticed, puts his nose into the circle, and brays resonant. These are the jocular boons of life, and at these the woodsmen guffaw with lusty good-nature. Coarse and rude the jokes may be, but not nasty, like the innuendoes of pseudo-refined cockneys. If the woodsmen are guilty of uncleanly wit, it differs from the uncleanly wit of cities as the mud of a road differs from the sticky, slime of slums. ”

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Theodore Winthrop, The Canoe and the Saddle — Chapter VI

“ When these laughed, as only men fresh and hearty and in the open air can laugh, the world became mainly grotesque: it seemed at once a comic thing to live, — a subject for chuckling, that we were bipeds, with noses, — a thing to roar at, that we had all met there from the wide world, to hobnob by a frolicsome fire with tin pots of coffee, and partake of crisped bacon and toasted doughboys in ridiculous abundance. ”

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Theodore Winthrop, The Canoe and the Saddle — Chapter VI

“ In such a Platonic republic as this, a man found his place according to his powers. The cooks were no base scullions; they were brethren, whom conscious ability, sustained by universal suffrage, had endowed with the frying-pan. Each man’s target flapjack served him for platter and edible-table. Coffee, also, for beverage, the fraternal cooks set before us in infrangible tin pots, — coffee ripened in its red husk by Brazilian suns thousands of leagues away, that we, in cool Northern forests, might feel the restorative power of its concentrated sunshine, feeding vitality with fresh fuel. ”

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Theodore Winthrop, The Canoe and the Saddle — Chapter VI

“ It is a stout sensation to meet masculine, muscular men at the brave point of a penetrating Boston hooihut, — men who are mates, — men to whom technical culture means naught, — men to whom myself am naught, unless I can saddle, lasso, cook, sing, and chop; unless I am a man of nerve and pluck, and a brother in generosity and heartiness. It is restoration to play at cudgels of jocoseness with a circle of friendly roughs, not one of whom ever heard the word bore, — with pioneers, who must think and act, and wrench their living from the closed hand of Nature. ”

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Theodore Winthrop, The Canoe and the Saddle — Chapter VI

“ Men who slash with axes in Oregon woods need not be chary of fuel. They fling together boles and branches enough to keep any man’s domestic Lares warm for a winter. And over this vast pyre flame takes its splendid pleasure with corybantic dances and roaring pæans of victory. Fire, encouraged to do its work fully, leaves no unsightly grim corses on the field. ”

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Theodore Winthrop, The Canoe and the Saddle — Chapter VI

“ Civilization and its dilettante diners-out sneer when Clodpole at Dives’s table doubles his soup, knifes his fish, tilts his plate into his lap, puts muscle into the crushing of his meringue, and tosses off the warm beaker in his finger-bowl. ”

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Theodore Winthrop, The Canoe and the Saddle — Chapter VI

“ It was darkening fast when we reached an open spot where Loolowcan had hoped to find grass. Arid starvation alone was visible. Even such wiry attempts at verdure as the stagnant blood of this petty desert had been able to force up through its harsh pores were long ago shaved away by drought. ”

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Theodore Winthrop, The Canoe and the Saddle — Chapter VI

“ I was not running away from any fact in my history. A harmless person, asking no favors, with plenty of pork and spongy biscuit in his bags, — only going home across the continent, if may be, and glad, gentlemen pioneers, of this unexpected pleasure. ”

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