The Woods, Breathing
Work in Progress: Pilgrims of the Wild
The following is a list of the words selected from Grey Owl's 'Pilgrims of the Wild'. See Work in Progress 2 for those taken from the 'Warsaw Diary of Adam Czerniakow'.
We arose before daylight
Travelled all night
The trail was my religion
Mountain trail
Solitary wandering
Little cabin
creatures of the forest
bloody occupation
wandering breeze
Great Unknown
old lake
play in the reeds
swim
daylight
Summer
surrounding woods
wholesale slaughter
Silent Places
forever free
wilderness
wild country
wandering spirit
river
kindness to strangers
vast forests
hurrying miles
deeper and deeper
green mountain
crowned with pine trees
Honest-to-God forest
rambling picturesquely
sunny place
tree-shaded
through the woods
a light mist
a touch of frost in the air
sheltered spots
roamed the surrounding waters
icy flood
life in the woods
half a foot of snow
piled up tree-trunks
the stream wandered away
long easy walk
animal tracks
moonlight
roamed the hills
tiny glow of the lighted tent
hideous nightmare
dark majestic pine trees
slim white birches
free and wild
civilization
far away
view of the finest group of trees
smooth red spruce logs
dark boughs
tramped the surrounding hills
ranged far and wide
hill, valley
following streams
dripping trees
soundlessly
There were no words
silent watchfulness
soft weather
great free country
glow of the shifting embers
shadowy darksome cabin
distant voices
full of mystery
whispers
embers glow and fade
buried in the past
here faces formed
great dim forests
far into the night
the trails of yesterday
whirling snow
little cabin mighty snug
tempest
window curtains
real cosy
A light breeze
humming in the pine tops
low undulating waves of sound
sinking to a murmur
odour of the tree
silence fell upon us
all was quiet
unmapped territory
snow -bound forest
Spirit of the Wilderness
brooding pine trees
into the blue distance
big elms
new freedom
vanished
aged trees
song of the birds
half-heard
sleepy streams
picnic parties
adjoining woods
now we were free
granite cliff
sunset
woods became again deserted
spindling birch
mighty in their silence
trooping forest swaying
smell of drying leaves
red pines
listen quietly
another climbed a tree
ghosts of a forest
the singing of the pine trees
the ice began to give
utter silence reigns