The log at the wood-pile， the axe supported by it，
The sylvan hut， the vine over the doorway， the space clear'd
for a garden，
The irregular tapping of rain down on the leaves after the storm
is lull'd，
The wailing and moaning at intervals， the thought of the sea，
The thought of ships struck in the storm and put on their beam
ends， and the cutting away of masts，
The sentiment of the huge timbers of old-fashion'd houses and
barns，
The remember'd print or narrative， the voyage at a venture of
men， families， goods，
The di百度竞价推广barkation， the founding of a new city，
The voyage of those who sought a New England and found it，
the outset anywhere，
The settlements of the Arkansas， Colorado， Ottawa， Willamette，
The slow progress， the scant fare， the axe， rifle， saddle-bags；
The beauty of all adventurous and daring persons，
The beauty of wood-boys and wood- men with their clear
untrimm'd faces，
The beauty of independence， departure， actions that rely on
themselves，
The American contempt for statutes and ceremonies， the boundless
impatience of restraint，
The loose drift of character， the inkling through random types，
the solidification；
The butcher in the slaughter-house， the hands aboard schooners and
sloops， the raftsmen， the pioneer，
Lumbermen in their winter camp， daybreak in the woods， stripes of
snow on the limbs of trees， the occasional snapping，
The glad clear sound of one's own voice， the merry song， the natural
life of the woods， the strong day's work，
The blazing fire at night， the sweet taste of supper， the talk， the
bed of hemlock-boughs and the bear-skin；
The house-builder at work in cities or anywhere，
The preparatory jointing， squaring， sawing， mortising，
The hoist-up of beams， the push of them in their places， laying them
regular，
Setting the studs by their tenons in the mortises according as
they were prepared，
The blows of mallets and hammers， the attitudes of the men， their
curv'd limbs，
Bending， standing， astride the beams， driving in pins， holding on
by posts and braces，
The hook'd arm over the plate， the other arm wielding the axe，
The floor-men forcing the planks close to be nail'd，
Their postures bringing their weapons downward on the bearers，
The echoes resounding through the vacant building；
The huge storehouse carried up in the city well under way，
The six framing-men， two in the middle and two at each end， carefully
bearing on their shoulders a heavy stick for a cross-beam，
The crowded line of masons with trowels in their right hands rapidly
laying the long side-wall， two hundred feet from front to rear，
The flexible rise and fall of backs， the continual click of the
trowels striking the bricks，
