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large/4813/old_coast_road_1402_librivox_64kb_mp3/oldcoastroad_01_edwards_64kb
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They carry their own provisions and those for the beast, now and then dismounting to lead the horse over difficult ground, and now and then blazing a tree to help them in their return journey  mute testimony to the cruder senses of the white man to whom woodcraft never becomes instinctive. THEY CARRY THEIR OWN PROVISIONS AND THOSE FOR THE BEAST NOW AND THEN DISMOUNTING TO LEAD THE HORSE OVER DIFFICULT GROUND AND NOW AND THEN BLAZING A TREE TO HELP THEM IN THEIR RETURN JOURNEY MUTE TESTIMONY TO THE CRUDER SENSES OF THE WHITE MAN TO WHOM WOODCRAFT NEVER BECOMES INSTINCTIVE
civilized limbs, and with a sure divination of the best route, he chooses the trail which will ultimately be the highway of the vast army of pale-faces. Speed on, O solitary Indian--to vanish down the narrow trail of your treading as you are destined, in time, to vanish forever from the vision of New England!... Behind the red runner plod two stern-faced Pilgrims, pushing their way up from Plymouth toward the newer settlement at Massachusetts Bay. They come slowly and laboriously on foot, their guns cocked, eyes and ears alert, wading the streams without complaint or comment. They keep together, for no one is allowed to travel over this Old Coast Road single, "nor without some arms, though two or three together." The path they take follows almost exactly the trail of the Indian, seeking the fords, avoiding the morasses, clinging to the uplands, and skirting the rough, wooded heights.... After them--almost a decade after--we see a man on horseback, with his wife on a pillion behind him.  LOPE MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN THE STRIDE OF ANY CIVILIZED LIMBS AND WITH A SURE DIVINATION OF THE BEST ROUTE HE CHOOSES THE TRAIL WHICH WILL ULTIMATELY BE THE HIGHWAY OF THE VAST ARMY OF PALEFACES SPEED ON O SOLITARY INDIAN TO VANISH DOWN THE NARROW TRAIL OF YOUR TREADING AS YOU ARE DESTINED IN TIME TO VANISH FROM THE VISION OF NEW ENGLAND BEHIND THE RED RUNNER PLOD TWO STERN FACED PILGRIMS PUSHING THEIR WAY UP FROM PLYMOUTH TOWARD THE NEWER SETTLEMENT AT MASSACHUSETTS BAY THEY COME SLOWLY AND LABORIOUSLY ON FOOT THEIR GUNS COCKED EYES AND EARS ALERT WADING THE STREAMS WITHOUT COMPLAINT OR COMMENT THEY KEEP TOGETHER FOR NO ONE IS ALLOWED TO TRAVEL OVER THIS OLD COAST ROAD SINGLE NOR WITHOUT SOME ARMS THOUGH TWO OR THREE TOGETHER THE PATH THEY TAKE FOLLOWS ALMOST EXACTLY THE TRAIL OF THE INDIANS SEEKING THE FORDS AVOIDING THE MORASSES CLINGING TO THE UPLANDS AND SKIRTING THE ROUGH WOODED HEIGHTS AFTER THEM ALMOST A DECADE AFTER WE SEE A MAN ON HORSEBACK WITH HIS WIFE ON A PILLION BEHIND HIM
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