Introduction
to Cape Cod
by Clifton Johnson
- 1908
Of the group of notables who in
the middle of the last century made the little Massachusetts town of Concord
their home, and who thus conferred on it a literary fame both unique and
enduring, Thoreau is the only one who was Concord born. His neighbor, Emerson,
had sought the place in mature life for rural retirement, and after it
became his chosen retreat, Hawthorne, Alcott, and the others followed;
but Thoreau, the most peculiar genius of them all, was native to the soil.
In 1837, at the age of twenty, he graduated from Harvard, and for three
years taught school in his home town. Then he applied himself to the business
in which his father was engaged, -- the manufacture of lead pencils. He
believed he could make a better pencil than any at that time in use, but
when he succeeded and his friends congratulated him that he had now opened
his way to fortune he responded that he would never make another pencil.
"Why should I?" said he. "I would not do again what I have done once."
So he turned his attention to miscellaneous studies and to nature. When
he wanted money he earned it by some piece of manual labor agreeable to
him, as building a boat or a fence, planting, or surveying. He never married,
very rarely went to church, did not vote, refused to pay a tax to the State,
ate no flesh, drank no wine, used no tobacco; and for a long time he was
simply an oddity in the estimation of his fellow-townsmen.(1)
But when they at length came to understand him better they recognized his
genuineness and sincerity and his originality, and they revered and admired
him. He was entirely independent of the conventional, and his courage to
live as he saw fit and to defend and uphold what he believed to be right
never failed him. Indeed, so devoted was he to principle and his own ideals
that he seems never to have allowed himself one indifferent or careless
moment.
He was a man of the strongest local attachments, and seldom wandered
beyond his native township. A trip abroad did not tempt him in the least.
It would mean in his estimation just so much time lost for enjoying his
own village, and he says: "At best, Paris could only be a school in which
to learn to live here -- a stepping-stone to Concord."
He had a very pronounced antipathy to the average prosperous city man,
and in speaking of persons of this class remarks: "They do a little business
commonly each day in order to pay their board, and then they congregate
in sitting-rooms, and feebly fabulate and paddle in the social slush, and
go unashamed to their beds and take on a new layer of sloth."
The men he loved were those of a more primitive sort, unartificial,
with the daring to cut loose from the trammels of fashion and inherited
custom. Especially he liked the companionship of men who were in close
contact with nature. A half-wild Irishman, or some rude farmer, or fisherman,
or hunter, gave him real delight; and for this reason, Cape Cod appealed
to him strongly. It was then a very isolated portion of the State, and
its dwellers were just the sort of independent, self-reliant folk to attract
him. In his account of his rambles there the human element has large place,
and he lingers fondly over the characteristics of his chance acquaintances
and notes every salient remark. They, in turn, no doubt found him interesting,
too, though the purposes of the wanderer were a good deal of a mystery
to them, and they were inclined to think he was a peddler.
His book was the result of several journeys, but the only trip of which
he tells us in detail was in October [1849]. That month, therefore, was
the one I chose for my own visit to the Cape when I went to secure the
series of pictures that illustrate this edition; for I wished to see the
region as nearly as possible in the same guise that Thoreau describes it.
From Sandwich, where his record of Cape experiences begins, and where the
inner shore first takes a decided turn eastward, I followed much the same
route he had travelled in 1849, clear to Provincetown, at the very tip
of the hook.
Thoreau has a good deal to say of the sandy roads and toilsome walking. In
that respect there has been marked improvement, for latterly a large proportion
of the main highway has been macadamed.(2)
Yet one still encounters plenty of the old yielding sand roads that make
travel a weariness either on foot or in teams. Another feature to which
the nature lover again and again refers is the windmills.
The last of these ceased grinding a score of years ago,(3)
though several continue to stand in fairly perfect condition. There have
been changes on the Cape, but the landscape in the main presents the same
appearance it did in Thoreau's time. As to the people, if you see them
in an unconventional way, tramping as Thoreau did, their individuality
retains much of the interest that he discovered.
Our author's report of his trip has a piquancy(4)
that is quite alluring. This might be said of all his books, for no matter
what he wrote about, his comments were certain to be unusual; and it is
as much or more for the revelation of his own tastes, thoughts, and idiosyncrasies
that we read him as for the subject matter with which he deals. He had
published only two books when he died in 1862 at the age of forty-four,
and his "Cape Cod" did not appear until 1865. Nor did the public at first
show any marked interest in his books. During his
life, therefore, the circle of his admirers was very small, but his fame
has steadily increased since, and the stimulus of his lively descriptions
and observations seems certain of enduring appreciation.(5)
Notes
1. Material
in much of the five previous sentences was lifted (in 1908) from Emerson's
biographical essay on Thoreau. - back
2. paved with compacted layers
of broken stone - back
3. At least one Cape Cod windmill,
in Brewster, operated until 1900. - back
4. "piquancy" describes language
that is sharp, stimulating, and provocative. In 1854, A.
P. Peabody's review of Walden described it as "piquant", and
Horace
Greeley wrote of the "racy piquancy" in Thoreau's Slavery in Massachusetts.-
back
5. When this was written, the current
appreciation of Thoreau had just begun. - back
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