09-the ponds-第2节
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which; as the limbs are magnified and distorted withal; produces a
monstrous effect; making fit studies for a Michael Angelo。
The water is so transparent that the bottom can easily be
discerned at the depth of twenty…five or thirty feet。 Paddling over
it; you may see; many feet beneath the surface; the schools of perch
and shiners; perhaps only an inch long; yet the former easily
distinguished by their transverse bars; and you think that they must
be ascetic fish that find a subsistence there。 Once; in the winter;
many years ago; when I had been cutting holes through the ice in
order to catch pickerel; as I stepped ashore I tossed my axe back on
to the ice; but; as if some evil genius had directed it; it slid
four or five rods directly into one of the holes; where the water
was twenty…five feet deep。 Out of curiosity; I lay down on the ice
and looked through the hole; until I saw the axe a little on one
side; standing on its head; with its helve erect and gently swaying
to and fro with the pulse of the pond; and there it might have stood
erect and swaying till in the course of time the handle rotted off;
if I had not disturbed it。 Making another hole directly over it
with an ice chisel which I had; and cutting down the longest birch
which I could find in the neighborhood with my knife; I made a
slip…noose; which I attached to its end; and; letting it down
carefully; passed it over the knob of the handle; and drew it by a
line along the birch; and so pulled the axe out again。
The shore is composed of a belt of smooth rounded white stones
like paving…stones; excepting one or two short sand beaches; and is
so steep that in many places a single leap will carry you into water
over your head; and were it not for its remarkable transparency;
that would be the last to be seen of its bottom till it rose on the
opposite side。 Some think it is bottomless。 It is nowhere muddy;
and a casual observer would say that there were no weeds at all in
it; and of noticeable plants; except in the little meadows recently
overflowed; which do not properly belong to it; a closer scrutiny
does not detect a flag nor a bulrush; nor even a lily; yellow or
white; but only a few small heart…leaves and potamogetons; and
perhaps a water…target or two; all which however a bather might not
perceive; and these plants are clean and bright like the element
they grow in。 The stones extend a rod or two into the water; and
then the bottom is pure sand; except in the deepest parts; where
there is usually a little sediment; probably from the decay of the
leaves which have been wafted on to it so many successive falls; and
a bright green weed is brought up on anchors even in midwinter。
We have one other pond just like this; White Pond; in Nine Acre
Corner; about two and a half miles westerly; but; though I am
acquainted with most of the ponds within a dozen miles of this
centre I do not know a third of this pure and well…like character。
Successive nations perchance have drank at; admired; and fathomed
it; and passed away; and still its water is green and pellucid as
ever。 Not an intermitting spring! Perhaps on that spring morning
when Adam and Eve were driven out of Eden Walden Pond was already in
existence; and even then breaking up in a gentle spring rain
accompanied with mist and a southerly wind; and covered with myriads
of ducks and geese; which had not heard of the fall; when still such
pure lakes sufficed them。 Even then it had commenced to rise and
fall; and had clarified its waters and colored them of the hue they
now wear; and obtained a patent of Heaven to be the only Walden Pond
in the world and distiller of celestial dews。 Who knows in how many
unremembered nations' literatures this has been the Castalian
Fountain? or what nymphs presided over it in the Golden Age? It is
a gem of the first water which Concord wears in her coronet。
Yet perchance the first who came to this well have left some
trace of their footsteps。 I have been surprised to detect
encircling the pond; even where a thick wood has just been cut down
on the shore; a narrow shelf…like path in the steep hillside;
alternately rising and falling; approaching and receding from the
water's edge; as old probably as the race of man here; worn by the
feet of aboriginal hunters; and still from time to time unwittingly
trodden by the present occupants of the land。 This is particularly
distinct to one standing on the middle of the pond in winter; just
after a light snow has fallen; appearing as a clear undulating white
line; unobscured by weeds and twigs; and very obvious a quarter of a
mile off in many places where in summer it is hardly distinguishable
close at hand。 The snow reprints it; as it were; in clear white
type alto…relievo。 The ornamented grounds of villas which will one
day be built here may still preserve some trace of this。
The pond rises and falls; but whether regularly or not; and
within what period; nobody knows; though; as usual; many pretend to
know。 It is commonly higher in the winter and lower in the summer;
though not corresponding to the general wet and dryness。 I can
remember when it was a foot or two lower; and also when it was at
least five feet higher; than when I lived by it。 There is a narrow
sand…bar running into it; with very deep water on one side; on which
I helped boil a kettle of chowder; some six rods from the main
shore; about the year 1824; which it has not been possible to do for
twenty…five years; and; on the other hand; my friends used to listen
with incredulity when I told them; that a few years later I was
accustomed to fish from a boat in a secluded cove in the woods;
fifteen rods from the only shore they knew; which place was long
since converted into a meadow。 But the pond has risen steadily for
two years; and now; in the summer of '52; is just five feet higher
than when I lived there; or as high as it was thirty years ago; and
fishing goes on again in the meadow。 This makes a difference of
level; at the outside; of six or seven feet; and yet the water shed
by the surrounding hills is insignificant in amount; and this
overflow must be referred to causes which affect the deep springs。
This same summer the pond has begun to fall again。 It is remarkable
that this fluctuation; whether periodical or not; appears thus to
require many years for its accomplishment。 I have observed one rise
and a part of two falls; and I expect that a dozen or fifteen years
hence the water will again be as low as I have ever known it。
Flint's Pond; a mile eastward; allowing for the disturbance
occasioned by its inlets and outlets; and the smaller intermediate
ponds also; sympathize with Walden; and recently attained their
greatest height at the same time with the latter。 The same is true;
as far as my observation goes; of White Pond。
This rise and fall of Walden at long intervals serves this use
at least; the water standing at this great height for a year or
more; though it makes it difficult to walk round it; kills the
shrubs and trees which have sprung up about its edge since the last
rise pitch pines; birches; alders; aspens; and others and;
falling again; leaves an unobstructed shore; for; unlike many ponds
and all waters which are subject to a daily tide; its shore is
cleanest when the water is lowest。 On the side of the pond next my
house a row of pitch pines; fifteen feet high; has been killed and
tipped over as if by a lever; and thus a stop put to their
encroachments; and their size indicates how many years have elapsed
since the last rise to this height。 By this fluctuation the pond
asserts its title to a shore; and thus the shore is shorn; and the
trees cannot hold it by right of possession。 These are the lips of
the lake; on which no beard grows。 It licks its chaps from time to
time。 When the water is at its height; the alders; willows; and
maples send forth a mass of fibrous red roots several feet long from
all sides of their stems in the water; and to the height of three or
four feet from the ground; in the effort to maintain themselves; and
I have known the high blueberry bushes about the shore; which
commonly produce no fruit; bear an abundant crop under these
circumstances。
Some have been puzzled to tell how the shore became so regularly
paved。 My townsmen have all heard the tradition the oldest
people tell me that they heard it in their youth that anciently
the Indians were holding a pow…wow upon a hill here; which rose as
high into the heavens as the pond now sinks deep into the earth; and
they used much profanity; as the story goes; though this vice is one
of which the Indians were never guilty; and while they were thus
engaged the hill shook and suddenly sank; and only one old squaw;
named Walden; escaped; and from her the pond was named。 It has been
conjectured that when the hill shook these stones rolled down its