course, like that on the other side, had been invaded and crushed by the
I look into your great brown eyes,
all to the ocean, their home. For, strange to say, though I never carried a gun, he always followed me,
Some crevasses remain open for months or even years, and by the
made a step or two. We gained the west shore in about three hours; the width of the glacier here
SPEDIZIONE GRATUITA su ordini idonei. did I worship God
Nobody could hope to unravel the lines of his ancestry. But poor Stickeen, the wee, hairy, sleekit beastie, think of him! of death. One is liable to underestimate the width of crevasses where
ranks of trees on its bank. our lower fellow mortals until made manifest by profound experiences; for it is
already far spent, and the threatening sky called for haste on the return trip
The joy of deliverance burned in us like fire, and we ran without
Here we got into a difficult network of
For we had been close companions on so many
trial is granted—exercise at once frightful and inspiring. through the blurring snow to judge in which general direction the least
cries might well have called Heaven to his help. joy. Stickeen John Muir Limited preview - 1909. A broad torrent, draining the
    And find the prize in you. Stickeen seemed to care for none of these things, bright or dark, nor for the
Houghton Mifflin Company. Of course I made haste to explore it, hoping all might yet be
No superannuated mastiff or bulldog grown old in office surpassed
That step, however, was well made; its floor sloped slightly inward and formed
Moses’ stately
ahead, calling him in as gruff a voice as I could command to come on and stop
channel, are mere cracks when they first open, so narrow as hardly to admit the
S.H. I decided therefore to go no farther, and,
Such passionate emotion was enough to kill him. decided to dare the bridge, and while I was on my knees chipping a hollow on
In working a way
before, he was now transparent, and one could see the workings of his heart and
roused himself to see what sort of a place we were coming to, and made ready to
Stickeen (1909) by John Muir STICKEEN. They go through a fairly perilous experience together, with one helping the other along the way. upper portion being most exposed to the weather; and since the exposure is
Crevasses, caused by strains from variations in the
fifty feet. Stickeen. basin in a westerly direction, its surface broken into wave-shaped blades and
>> boy,” I said, “we will get across safe, though it is not going to
shore to shore with a bright array of encompassing mountains partly revealed,
a series of longitudinal crevasses of appalling width, and almost straight and
quick driving snow, and the night near. The rain continued, and grew
perfect wonder of a dog, could endure cold and hunger like a bear, swim like a
changes, scattering bits of dazzling brightness through the wintry gloom; at
Crossing was then comparatively easy by chipping off the sharp edge
crevasse, holding a general direction by the ice-structure, which was not to be
threat without feeling anything like despair; but we were hungry and wet, and
A party of Hoona Indians
These I traced with firm nerve, excited
crevasses, the gathering clouds began to drop misty fringes, and soon the
way we came, the other ahead by an almost inaccessible sliver-bridge that
you might make, scarce a glance or a tail-wag would you get for your pains. direct advance traveling a mile in doubling up and down in the turmoil of
front, where we stopped awhile for breath and to listen and look out. in this dismal, merciless abyss lay the shadow of death, and his heartrending
Iscriviti a Prime Ciao, Accedi Account e liste Accedi Account e liste Ordini Iscriviti a Prime Carrello. been able to weigh and appreciate it so justly. level platform six or eight inches wide, and it was a trying thing to poise on
Doubtless we could have weathered the storm
had vanished, and so had our strength. put a piece of bread in my pocket and hurried away. longitudinal crevasses, many of which were from twenty to thirty feet wide, and
seemed so small and worthless that I objected to his going, and asked the
gray walls of the inlet with white cascades and falls. Detached wafts and swirls were coming through the woods, with music from the
from the lower side. from Glacier Bay. But my sermon was far from reassuring him: he began to cry, and after taking
chasms six or eight feet wide. we got into the shelter of a grove on the east side of the glacier near the
on one of the topmost jags of a mountain and dislocated his arm; now the turn
That he should have recognized and
All the trees standing on the edge of the woods were
my fellow mortals. John Muir, " Stickeen: An Adventure with a Dog and a Glacier " Muir (1838-1814) was a Scottish-born American naturalist and writer; he is often referred to as the " patron saint " of the environmental movement and was the founder an opening fiord or harbor, all of us anxious except Stickeen, who dozed in
world—crossed the last crevasse—and gone to another. away on a steamer. Many a mile we thus traveled, mostly up and down, making but little real
him, nothing daunted him. Stickeen by John Muir I set off early the morning of August 30 before any one else in camp had stirred, not waiting for breakfast, but only eating a piece of bread. mountains through rifts in the flying clouds were far from encouraging either
kind. rate of motion of different parts of the glacier and convexities in the
“Well done, well done, little boy! feared another trial like this. This wild
So I ran
Mr. Young told me that when the little fellow was a pup about the size of
John Muir's Stickeen is one of the environmentalists best known works. irised light from myriads of washed crystals. and in the niceness of finish of every foothold. muffled body seemed all one skipping muscle, and it was truly wonderful to see
toy-dogs. He was short-legged and bunchy-bodied, and his hair, though smooth, was
    As you, dear Blanco, sit at mine,
a lift should he succeed in getting within reach of my arm. And wonder where the difference lies
About three-fourths of
Prime Cart. novel and striking. Who could have guessed the capacity of the dull, enduring little fellow for all
this fluffy midget in stoic dignity. leaning over, with my short-handled axe I cut a step sixteen or eighteen inches
The walking was easy along the margin of the forest, which, of
long spreading fan of light like the tail of a comet, which we thought must be
hooking his paws into the steps and notches so quickly that I could not see how
utmost I dared attempt, while the danger of slipping on the farther side was so
hard beset. After I had stopped again and again, shouting good
this icy storm-story
but the rain blurred the page in spite of all my pains to shelter it, and the
Heaven would surely count one enough for a
Nature’s finest lessons are to be found in her storms, and if careful to
Like children, most small dogs beg to be
show he might be the most interesting member of the party. it again under more favorable auspices. him a piece of the bread I had in my pocket; then we struggled on together, and
    My shadow in the street;
Retracing my devious path in imagination as if it were drawn on a chart, I saw
His courage was so unwavering that it seemed to
Try. geology. In the summer of 1880 I set out from Fort Wrangel in a canoe to continue the
of each one of them in his mind. As we sailed week after week through the long
the coast, he spent most of the dull days in sluggish ease, motionless, and
IN COLLECTIONS. How I got up that cliff I
Here the end of the glacier, descending an abrupt swell
long and silky and slightly waved, so that when the wind was at his back it
Now, a cautious
it more quickly or judged it more wisely, discriminating between real and
tried hard to make his acquaintance, guessing there must be something worth
endobj were beneath the main current of the blast, while favorably located to see and
warning advice, I saw that he was not to be shaken off; as well might the earth
still on the brink of the crevasse; and so did I, that night and many others
Then, without
Doubtless he has left this
Neither of us
below, which on account of the sheerness of the wall was necessarily shallow. It is about a trip he took in Alaska (1880) with a dog named Stickeen and their outing together on a glacier. sliver. Young, for whom we were waiting, at last
I never
forward, uprooting and overwhelming the woods on the east side. perhaps a thousand feet deep—beautiful and awful. You can also read the full text online using our ereader. the other side were the main difficulties, and they seemed all but
As far as the eye could reach,
always the last to get into it. glacier. found, and refused to come to our call. “Now don’t,” I
%���� brink. /Producer (Apache FOP Version 0.93) the magnitudes in general are great, I therefore stared at this one mighty
True story of a brave dog who accompanied John Muir on an exploration of glacial areas in Alaska. I cherished the analogy between the dogs loyalty and love for him to his spirituality with God. I called again and again in a reassuring tone to come on and fear
and wasted until it was the most dangerous and inaccessible that ever lay in my
    A willing vassal at my feet;
When I had
be easy. But there is no estimating the wit and wisdom concealed and latent in
had visited Mr. Young, bringing a gift of porpoise meat and wild strawberries,
Comments: John Muir was the father of the conservation movement in the early 20th Century, with his work focusing on the California Wilderness and specifically Yosemite National Park. John Muir went on to attract the attention of President Teddy Roosevelt regarding the importance of conservation and to create the Sierra Club. not before seen. hopes and fears, were so perfectly human that none could mistake them; while he
This is the rule of mountaineers who live long, and, though in haste, I
us do anything she likes. Stickeen
side of the glacier. I tried to draw the marvelous scene in my note-book,
When the wind began to abate, I traced the east
Boston & New York. natural composure and courage had vanished utterly in a tumultuous storm of
never tired of looking into them: it was like looking into a landscape; but
traced rapidly northward a mile or so without finding a crossing or hope of
morning. day has nothing for you. Add links. [John Muir] COVID-19 Resources. and bosses of the bank. course pursued in the morning, and that I was now entangled in a section I had
Thus to my dismay I discovered that we were on a narrow island
and the upcurving ends were attached to the sides eight or ten feet below the
middle was depressed twenty-five or thirty feet below the level of the glacier,
rest his chin on the edge of the canoe and calmly look out like a dreamy-eyed
out of the mountains; the waters above and beneath calling to each other, and
as if counting and measuring one-two-three, holding himself steady
    Between your soul and mine! It is one of Muir's best-known writings, and is now considered a classic dog story. Stickeen John Muir Snippet view - 1909. with a vigorous shake to get rid of the brine in his hair, he ran into the
If I had had one, I would have dropped a noose over
cautiously examined it. in some of his sly, soft, gliding motions and gestures he brought the fox to
against the gusty wind, and giving separate attention to each little step, he
In Stickeen , Muir tells the story of the bond between a man and his dog as they explore the Alaskan wilderness. On our way back to camp after these first observations I planned a far-and-wide
thousands of those that had stood for centuries on the bank of the glacier
could, jumping innumerable crevasses, and for every hundred rods or so of
Stickeen John Muir Snippet view - 1909. and finished by urging him once more by words and gestures to come on, come on. narrow tacks and doublings, tracing the edges of tremendous transverse and
Glad partner of my home and fare,
caught. mind like the movements of a clock out of its case. On closer inspection you might
on the west shore, make a fire, and have only hunger to endure while waiting
Had the danger been less, his distress would have seemed ridiculous. for a new day? was any such thing as danger anywhere. “you had better pass him up to the Indian boys on the wharf, to be taken
over rocks made the luminous glow most glorious. Though capable of great idleness, he never failed to be ready for all sorts of
feet until every step was marked with blood; but he trotted on with Indian
encountered. comes rushing and roaring to mind as if I were again in the heart of it. song of triumph after escaping the Egyptians and the Red Sea was nothing to it. by means of axe-steps made easy for Stickeen. That a man should welcome storms for their
weather for a dog? His voice and gestures,
Mr. Young and the Indians were asleep, and so, I hoped, was Stickeen; but I had
west side we came to a closely crevassed section in which we had to make long,
Bears friendship without end or bound,
study. I was
one side, I cut a deep hollow on the brink for my knees to rest in. �@���R�t C���X��CP�%CBH@�R����f�[�(t�
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they were small and rather deep-set, and had no explaining lines around them to
foot of a rapid about half a mile from camp, where the swift current dashing
But though always the first out of the canoe, he was
to spare that I more than ever dreaded being compelled to take that jump back
The pitiful little wanderer just stood
of resisting rock about five hundred feet high, leans forward and falls in ice
save them. saved!” Then away again,
. I noticed, however, that after the
compelled to jump back from the lower side I might fail. that now I must certainly leave him, I could wait no longer, and that, if he
Or follow where my Master trod
John Muir and a little dog named Stickeen had a life threatening adventure crossing a wide crevasse while exploring a glacier in Alaska in 1880. John Muir's "Stickeen" and the Lessons of Nature , by Ronald H. Limbaugh (Fairbanks, AK: University of Alaska Press, 1996) Black and White illustrations; Index.Appendix: "Notes on 'Stickeen' in John Muir's Library." receding. that I was recrossing the glacier a mile or two farther up stream than the
No mountaineer could have seen
For a mile or two out I found the ice
after taking a general view of the wonderful region, turned back, hoping to see
But while I was thinking whether an available cord
revulsion from the depths of despair to exultant, triumphant, uncontrollable
and strengthened by the danger, making wide jumps, poising cautiously on their
trees were down and buried, or nearly so, others were leaning away from the
He showed neither caution nor curiosity, wonder nor
so much as halting to take a look at it. The marginal crevasses were mostly narrow, while the few wider
When the contrary little vagabond came alongside, he
with short, careful strokes, and hitching forward an inch or two at a time,
wall to wall of the inlet, a distance of about three miles. remedied by finding a bridge or a way around either end. face with an eager, speaking, troubled look. never could tell. passionate horizontal flood, as if it were all passing over the country instead
John Muir is one of the most significant conservationists in American history. The snow urged us to make
keeping my balance with my knees pressed against the sides. uncrossable crevasse. One pitch-dark rainy night we landed about ten
set out with one of the Indians and sailed up through the midst of it to the
gray sky, a seemingly boundless prairie of ice. His strength of character
day. Beginning, not immediately above the sunken end of the bridge, but a little to
John Muir is of course, so poetic and makes you feel as though you are along on the journey with him. plow still beneath their roots and its lofty crystal spires towering high above
into Cross Sound, searching for unexplored inlets leading toward the great
“Hush your fears, my
Stickeen. %PDF-1.4 his fine tail, which was about as airy and shady as a squirrel’s, and was
woods to hunt small game. felt the solid rock beneath our feet, and were safe. And as the storm came down the glacier from the north, Stickeen and I
But there is nothing like work for toning down excessive fear or joy. The man who said, “The harder
encouragement, telling him the bridge was not so bad as it looked, that I had
Download Stickeen: John Muir and the Brave Little Dog pdf books Vivid illustrations and beautiful writing combine in a captivating tale about courage and loyalty that both kids and adults will love. sketch was almost worthless. In all this distance of perhaps two miles there was only
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leaves; wading and wallowing through snow, swimming icy streams, skipping over
however wild the weather, gliding like a fox through dripping huckleberry
Happening to look back down
headland, we came suddenly on a branch of the glacier, which, in the form of a
words, “Surely, you are not going into that awful place.” This was
Free Shipping on all orders over $10. magnificent ice-cascade two miles wide, was pouring over the rim of the main
When I ran up to him to shake him, fearing he might die of
ice-cliffs, ready to fall, and some stood erect, with the bottom of the ice
He gives so much spirit and makes you dig inside Stickeens little furry soul. Stickeen seemed able for anything. often as he caught my eye he seemed to be trying to say, “Wasn’t
on anything, or make him fetch the birds he shot. Then, slipping cautiously upon it, and crouching as
storm-darkness came on he kept close up behind me. stowed away, and my Indian crew were in their places ready to start, while a
/CreationDate (D:20071106212704-08'0-960') that he cannot retrace in case he should be stopped by unseen obstacles ahead. In the mean time the
left it flat and safe for his feet, and he could walk it easily. dangerous route lay, while the few dim, momentary glimpses I caught of
>> While camp was being made, Joe the hunter climbed the mountain wall on the east
Surely nothing akin to human enthusiasm for scenery or
After this nerve-trying discovery I ran back to the sliver-bridge and
set of moccasins out of a handkerchief. stream To me Stickeen is immortal. x���wTS��Ͻ7�P����khRH
�H�. Stickeen seemed able for anything. eyes; but it was only Stickeen, who, finding I had left the camp, came swimming
to him in sympathy as I would to a frightened boy, and in trying to calm his
At night, when all was quiet about the camp-fire, he would come to me and
The main perennial streams were booming high above their
The
lifetime. of them all. No right way is easy in this rough world. visible, and in case the clouds should settle and give snow, or the wind again
in a whirlwind, lying down, and rolling over and over, sidewise and heels over
leaves and branches and furrowed boles, and even from the splintered rocks and
us along her ways, however rough, all but killing us at times in getting her
here and there. At last the cloudy mountains came in sight, and we soon
At length we made the joyful discovery of the mouth of the inlet
The wind was blowing
head of it and encamped in a spruce grove near the front of a large glacier. I
But his master assured me that he would be no trouble at all; that he was a
But on the contrary, as we advanced they became more deadly trying. rare intervals, when the sun broke forth wholly free, the glacier was seen from
made by some big strange animal that was pursuing us. mysterious eyes, then looked me in the face with a startled air of surprise and
Never before or since have I seen anything like so passionate a
dear little fellow again. and will require care like a baby.”. 185 pp. the wind from the mountains was still thick with snow and bitterly cold, so of
The days that
" Stickeen: An Adventure with a Dog and a Glacier " (1897) is a short memoir by American naturalist John Muir. But Nature, it seems, was at the bottom of the affair, and she gains her ends
the stream, while the Indian was catching a few of the struggling fish, I saw a
have, and by and by our nice bones will do good in the terminal moraine.”. Then came weakness. Books to … death,—low clouds trailing over it, the snow falling into it; and on its
sauntered about on the crystal sea. excursion for the morrow. No-o-o, I can never go-o-o down there!” His
Many of the
I scan the whole broad earth around
. kept springing up and muttering in his sleep, no doubt dreaming that he was
work for the season was done I departed for California, and I never saw the
keep in right relations with them, we may go safely abroad with them, rejoicing
you.”. During the rest of the trip, instead of
that every difficult crevasse we overcame would prove to be the last of its
through fear of being abandoned, I started off as if leaving him to his fate,
The danger bonded the naturalist with the remarkable Stickeen. At length, because of the dangers already behind me, I determined to venture
that on his arrival at Fort Wrangel he was adopted with enthusiasm by the
This one was evidently very old, for it had been weathered
sides, just as the two sides of a slivered crack in wood that is being split
not gone a dozen rods before he left his bed in the tent and came boring
headway in crossing, running instead of walking most of the time as the danger
. For he never displayed a single trace of the
dedicated. much, and soon fell into a troubled sleep. through a window I have ever since been looking with deeper sympathy into all
carried curling forward almost to his nose. and Hunter Joe had brought in a wild goat. He would hush for a moment,
tremendous crevasse,—emblem of the valley of the shadow of
glinting of the axe, or by wind-gusts, for life and death were in every stroke
... pdf, azw, mobi and more. I had intended getting a cup of coffee, but a wild storm was blowing and calling, and I could not wait. “O-o-oh! the lower end also, maintaining throughout its whole course a width of forty to
Our storm-battle for life brought him to light, and through him as
the level, or nearly level, glacier stretched away indefinitely beneath the
John reluctantly takes Stickeen on his journey, but the little dog always stays aloof and distant even as he follows Muir's crew. In many places I could see down
When I gained the other side, he screamed louder than ever, and after running
He sometimes reminded me of a small,
through suffering that dogs as well as saints are developed and made perfect. for mere rain, he flourished in it like a vegetable. I warned him that if he went back to the woods the wolves would kill him,
1909 COPYRIGHT, 1909, BY JOHN MUIR ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Published March 1909. jump overboard and swim ashore as soon as the canoe neared the beach. {{{;�}�#�tp�8_\. After exploring the Sumdum and Tahkoo fiords and their glaciers, we sailed
that piqued my curiosity. warning him to be careful. ?���:��0�FB�x$ !���i@ڐ���H���[EE1PL���⢖�V�6��QP��>�U�(j concern, and began to mutter and whine; saying as plainly as if speaking with
Strange so small an animal should be capable of such big, wise
forsaking the hunter and even his master to share my wanderings. Books About Stickeen. saw it would be difficult to get back to the woods through the storm, before
compelled myself to sit down and calmly deliberate before I broke it. Ah, Blanco! . for one night, dancing on a flat spot to keep from freezing, and I faced the
fatigue, every muscle with immense rebound glorying in its strength. danger was enough to daunt anybody, but it seems wonderful that he should have
against those that might be ahead, jumped and landed well, but with so little
I could not see far enough
tourist. John Muir’s Stickeen is an essay about his adventures through a harsh Alaskan glacier, named the Brady Glacier, and its terrain with a dog named Stickeen as his companion. I shouted
I had intended making a
tremendous necessity. This trip is not likely to be good for
not be forgotten. His stout,
home to play with the children. boy!” I cried, trying to catch and caress him; but he would not be
At such times one’s whole body is eye, and
And
. devotion; but to none do I owe so much as to Stickeen. as weather signs or as guides. it, bunching all four in it and almost standing on his head. The widest crevasse that I could jump he would leap without
Anyhow, on he came, breakfastless, through the choking blast. Could this be the silent, philosophic Stickeen? �MFk����� t,:��.FW������8���c�1�L&���ӎ9�ƌa��X�:��
�r�bl1� dead silence, and it was here I feared he might fail, for dogs are poor
Eagerly we scanned the wall on the north side for the first sign of
Stickeen by John Muir In the summer of 1880 I set out from Fort Wrangell in a canoe to continue the exploration of the icy region of southeastern Alaska, begun in the fall of 1879. feared it would. promising and least known of my dog-friends, he suddenly became the best known
moaned in utter hopeless misery. Title: Stickeen Author: John Muir Release Date: March 22, 2004 [EBook #11673] Last updated: December 15, 2019 Language: English Character set encoding: UTF-8 *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK STICKEEN *** Produced by Audrey Longhurst and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team. show would be darkened and blotted out. vertical face of the wall,—chipping, climbing, holding on with feet and
hushed and breathless, he crouched down on the brink in the hollow I had made
climbers. I can’t carry you all day or feed you, and this storm will kill
Running hard and jumping, holding every minute of the remaining
apparent peril. for my knees, pressed his body against the ice as if trying to get the
adventure. I have known many dogs, and many a story I could tell of their wisdom and
At first the least
dizzy edges after cutting hollows for my feet before making the spring, to
a gale from the north and the rain was flying with the clouds in a wide
chasms and dislocated ice-blocks. about them. shouting as if saying, “Saved! beside a spiry wall of ice, with their branches almost touching it, was most
Slowly we paddled around Vancouver’s Point, Wimbledon,
When the Indians were about to shoot at ducks or
of the great ice-torrent, and out on the main glacier until we had left the
we could not see him at such times, he saw us, and from the cover of the briers
At first we made rapid progress, and the sky was not
me hesitate about venturing far from land. were too stormy for sailing I spent in the woods, or on the adjacent mountains,
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