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I thought you were already over the river."

On the river remarked the beauty of the night.

And our rivers, spirit, life."

We crossed the river without event and to 9th and Green.

Harned had been in and talked with W. while I was across the river. W.'

But he will never set the river afire."

Trees, farms, cities, the clouds, rivers, sunset, workingmen, factories, dogs—oh!

"Look at the river, lying off there—flowing—and the city across—and the mist.

And by and by we turned to the left and to the river.

Philadelphia is not bad, either—how could it be, with such a noble river?

The river was rich in boats—I have rarely seen it more so."

"By and by we shall go to the river." When I left he gave me the package to mail.

Asked me about the intense fog on the river: "How the pilots dread the fog!

At once across the river—up to Bush's in 6th Avenue elevated—to 18th.

Neither have the clouds distinction—or the haughty rivers."

The sky, the river, the sun—they are my curatives."

it is good to be with the river—good: the river mends us: is good for many things more than one thing

Had read "Concord River" and "Saturday" sketches.

"We sat by the river for a long time.

Had been down to the river.

How had the river appeared?—and so on.

"The river was there—the great city opposite.

Denver is phenomenal for its background—its ample background: not much of a river there, but a river

And I know best of all the rivers—the grand, sweeping, curving, gently undulating rivers. Oh!

Rivers! Oh the rivers!

what does it look like on the river?

W. wanted to know whether the river was frozen across.

"They are the most wonderful of all the birds on the river," I said.

"They have been telling me of it: it is quite near the river, isn't it?"

It is fine scenery around Washington—plenty of hills, and a noble river.

I had been way off in the country on the other side of the river, walking with Kemper and May.

Who could share with me the thought of that evening's ride across the river?

I was not quite a week on the river. I slept in my boat or under it all the time.

I took it with me to mail over the river.

or, why does the flowing river make me happy?—why? why? making that mood the talisman for all?"

I have never lived away from a big river." Took up Brinton's suggestion that W.'

a river, the sky the sky.

—first to Bonsall's house for the Book Maker—then across the river for conferences at different places

It is almost a part of Philadelphia where I live on the opposite side of the Delaware river.

I mailed it over the river later on.

but grand and manly and full of thunder and lightning.The robins are just here, and the ice on the river

Parkhurst across the river, has studied Millet some and lectures about him, illustrating the talks.

magazines—that of porcelain, fine china, dainty curtains, exquisite rugs—never a look of flowing rivers

"I drove up as far as Pea Shore—right up to the river, halting there for half an hour, looking over the

Some one in that discussion over the river presented my 'standpoint'—but suppose I have no conscious

"I got to the river tonight," he said, "and how gloriously everything appeared.

From my large open window I have an extensive view of sky, Potomac river, hills and fields of Virginia

I described the river to him, and he remarked: "I should like to see it—I must try to find a way to get

"Is the general closed-inness of things I see out my window here prevailing in Philadelphia—on the river—as

Who could share with me the thought of that evening's ride across the river?

magazines—that of porcelain, fine china, dainty curtains, exquisite rugs—never a look of flowing rivers

How had the river appeared?—and so on.

That river is a never-ending fascination to me.

Yes, if I keep as I am I may very easily get over the river."

electric had become the general light in Philadelphia and "wondering if the lights along the bank of the river—up

I sat with Walt years ago one day at the river's edge. A mosquito alighted on his forehead.

Difficulty getting to river, on account of mud, it having rained very hard today.

Met somebody along the river line who asked him to go yachting.

When I asked him if he was on his way home—he said laughing—"I am on my way to the river—which is as

which has been blowing in my window all the day long," and he added, "Last night we went down to the river

The river was rich in boats—I have rarely seen it more so."

described some old experiences in the mountains about Bushkill—the great vistas—particularly the rivers

And I know best of all the rivers—the grand, sweeping, curving, gently undulating rivers. Oh!

the memories of rivers—the Hudson—the Ohio—the Mississippi!

The Hudson is quite another critter—the neatest, sweetest, most delicate, clearest, cleanest river in

Rivers! Oh the rivers!

himself, saying like a child, bound to comfort himself with something—"It was very fine down at the river

Denver is phenomenal for its background—its ample background: not much of a river there, but a river

He tried to name me one of the Western rivers—a Greek name—but it "failed" him.

or, why does the flowing river make me happy?—why? why? making that mood the talisman for all?"

something about calling on you: I told him he wouldn't find you at home—that you had gone over the river

that only one man in all the world, in all history, and he our neighbor, grey-bearded, across the river

I described the trip across the river this evening: the new moon— "a thin semicircular strip of a thing

of slender cloud overhead: the water full of mobile reflections: the electric lights up along the river's

The electric lights are new since my time: there were never any along the river's front as I knew it.

Asked me about the intense fog on the river: "How the pilots dread the fog!

And proceeded to tell him of the river as I came across tonight: the cold and early moon—the full-sailed

sloop—the cutter swinging in the tide—the tug puffing its way up the river—multiplied beauties that

I cannot think of a rarer experience than one I met on the river Saguenay, up there in Canada.

The river's water is an inky black—a curious study, I believe, to this day to the scientific men: take

of his weariness, had gone out a while yesterday—towards the City Hall, the outskirts, not to the river

that the thing is because it is, being what it is because it must be just that—as a tree is a tree, a river

a river, the sky the sky.

My own favorite loafing places have always been the rivers, the wharves, the boats—I like sailors, stevedores

I have never lived away from a big river." Took up Brinton's suggestion that W.'

Besides, suppose he takes you out to see a sunset—the gorgeous panorama—the waters of a flowing river—the

un-elegant—a strain from other altitudes—from open-airs, I hope—the light and shade of woods, our river

W. in parlor—had been in but a few minutes from outing towards the river.

To the east, looking up or down, was the winding, solemn, inevitable river, confused northward among

heavy but mists hung lightly, lacily, upon the horizon—the sun setting in cold color and the flowing river

On the river remarked the beauty of the night.

"If you could lay it aside, take a walk out, ride across the river, loaf a bit in the streets, the secret

he said: "that would be the solution of it all: that was my old way: a walk to the river, a look up at

directness of observation and purpose, by the painters: sometimes, instead of walking, we would row up the river

the whole tied with a piece of common wrapping yarn.But "whatever all this," he had been down to the river

We have had quite a jaunt down along the river.

"The river was there—the great city opposite.

He had observed how the Pennsylvania Railroad was extending its wharves out into the river.

W. said: "We did not go to the river today, but out towards the hospital—and had a good time."

s again—found him just returned from the river—sitting in the chair, directly in front of the step, facing

"We sat by the river for a long time.

It seems to be a quiet day on the river—less movement, activity—fewer boats—and I did not regret it:

was very great—very great: my nag stood in the water for fifteen minutes while I looked across the river—saw

Would go to the river at sundown.We spoke somewhat of the "Annex to Annex" of "Leaves of Grass," but

He hunted me out down by the river, where we sat a long time. The heat was intense.

Expressed rejoicing at getting to the river. "It was a grand trip—a grand evening, too.

Some one in that discussion over the river presented my 'standpoint'—but suppose I have no conscious