Walt Whitman

LEAVES OF GRASS
(1891-92 issue)
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10

 Alone far in the wilds and mountains I hunt,
 Wandering amazed at my own lightness and glee,
 In the late afternoon choosing a safe spot to pass the night,
 Kindling a fire and broiling the fresh-kill'd game,
 Falling asleep on the gather'd leaves with my dog and gun by my side.
 
 The Yankee clipper is under her sky-sails, she cuts the sparkle and scud,
 My eyes settle the land, I bend at her prow or shout joyously from the deck.
 
 The boatmen and clam-diggers arose early and stopt for me,
 I tuck'd my trowser-ends in my boots and went and had a good time;
 You should have been with us that day round the chowder-kettle.
 
 I saw the marriage of the trapper in the open air in the far west,
 the bride was a red girl,
 Her father and his friends sat near cross-legged and dumbly smoking,
 they had moccasins to their feet and large thick blankets
 hanging from their shoulders,
 On a bank lounged the trapper, (...)
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