Naulakha Summer's Day
[28 July 1894]
A regular weather-breeder of a day to-day -- real warmth at last and it waked in me a lively desire to be back in Main Street Brattleboro Vt. U.S.A. and hear the sody water fizzing in the drug-store and to discuss the outlook for the Episcopalian Church with the clerk; and get a bottle of lager in the basement of the Brooks house and hear the doctor tell fish yarns and have the iron-headed old farmers loaf up and jerk out: -- "Bin in Yurope haint yer?" and then go home, an easy gait, through the deep white dust with the locust trees just stinking to heaven and the fire flies playing up and down the swamp road and the Katydids giving oratorios free-gratis and for nothing to the whip-poorwill and everybody sitting out in the verandah after dinner smoking Durham tobacco in a cob pipe with our feet on the verandah railings and the moon coming up behind Wantastiquet.
(Iowa City: University of Iowa Press, 1990).