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John Burroughs, a former resident of Pensacola, Florida, currently lives in Hampton, Georgia with his wife, Lee Anne. They are the parents of two grown children. This is his first novel.
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Ways of Nature - John Burroughs
WAYS OF NATURE
BY
JOHN BURROUGHS
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Contents
John Burroughs
PREFACE
I. WAYS OF NATURE
II. BIRD-SONGS
III. NATURE WITH CLOSED DOORS
IV. THE WIT OF A DUCK
V. FACTORS IN ANIMAL LIFE
VI. ANIMAL COMMUNICATION
VII. DEVIOUS PATHS
VIII. WHAT DO ANIMALS KNOW?
IX. DO ANIMALS THINK AND REFLECT?
X. A PINCH OF SALT
XI. THE LITERARY TREATMENT OF NATURE
XII. A BEAVER'S REASON
XIII. READING THE BOOK OF NATURE
XIV. GATHERED BY THE WAY
John Burroughs
John Burroughs was born on April 3 1837 in Catskill Mountains near Roxbury in Delaware County, New York, United States. As a child he played on the slopes of the Catskill Mountains and worked on the family farm. He was enthralled by the birds and other wildlife around him. Burroughs developed an interest in learning, but his father believed the rudimentary education given at the local school was enough, and refused to pay for the higher education that Burroughs desired. At seventeen he left home to earn the money needed for college by teaching at a school in Olive, New York. Between 1854 and 1856 he worked as a teacher whilst completing his studies. He continued to teach until 1863.
In 1857, Burroughs left his teaching position in Illinois to find employment near his hometown and that same year, he married the pious Ursula North (1836-1917). After five years of marital discord, Ursula concluded that her husband’s sexual demands were immoral. She suggested a short separation to encourage him to value chastity. Their separation lasted until 1864, during which, Burroughs valued other female company. He remained unfaithful after their reunion. In 1901, he met Clara Barrus (1864-1931), a physician at a psychiatric hospital. She was half his age, but was the love of his life. She moved into his house after Ursula died in 1917.
Burroughs’ first published essay was Expression (1860). In 1864, Burroughs began work as a clerk at the Treasury and eventually became a federal banker. He worked there until the 1880s, but continued writing and acquired an interest in the poetry of Walt Whitman (1819-1892). The pair met in 1863 and became friends. Whitman encouraged Burroughs to develop his nature writings, as well as his essays on philosophy and literature. In 1867, Burroughs published Notes on Walt Whitman as Poet and Person which was the first biography and critical work on Whitman, and was anonymously edited by Whitman before it was published. In 1871, Burroughs’ first collection of nature essays, Wake Robin, was published.
Burroughs left Washington for New York in 1873 where he bought a fruit farm in West Park, New York and built his Riverby estate. In 1895, he bought additional land near Riverby and built an Adirondack style cabin named Slabsides. There, Burroughs wrote and entertained visitors. His famous friends included Theodore Roosevelt (1858-1919), Henry Ford (1863-1947) - who gave him an automobile, and Thomas Edison (1847-1931). In 1899, Burroughs accompanied E. H Harriman (1848-1909) on his expedition to Alaska and also travelled to the Grand Canyon and Yosemite with John Muir (1838-1914).
In 1903, after publishing an article, Real and Sham Nature History, Burroughs began a publicised debate known as the nature fakers controversy where he condemned certain writers for their absurd representation of wildlife. He also criticised the naturalistic animal stories genre. This disagreement lasted for four years and included many environmental and political figures.
Burroughs was best known for his writings on wildlife and rural life and his writing achievements were recognised by his election as a member of the American Academy of Arts and Letters. Some of his essays recalled his trips to the Catskills, for example, The Heart of the Southern Catskills, depicts the ascent of Slide Mountain. Other Catskills essays commented on fishing, hiking or rafting. He was an enthusiastic fly fisherman and contributed some notable fishing essays to angling literature, including Speckled Trout (1870). The Complete Writings of John Burroughs runs to twenty three volumes. Wake Robin was the first and the following volumes were published regularly with the final two, Under the Maples (1921) and The Last Harvest (1922), being published posthumously by Clara Barrus. Burroughs also published a biography of John James Audubon (1902), Camping and Tramping with Roosevelt (1906), and Bird and Bough (1906).
Shortly before his death, Burroughs suffered from lapses in memory and a decline in heart function. In February 1921, he had an operation to remove an abscess from his chest, after which his health worsened. He died on March 29 1921 on a train near Kingsville, Ohio. He was buried in Roxbury, New York on what would have been his eighty fourth birthday, at the foot of a rock he had termed Boyhood Rock.
PREFACE
My reader will find this volume quite a departure in certain ways from the tone and spirit of my previous books, especially in regard to the subject of animal intelligence. Heretofore I have made the most of every gleam of intelligence of bird or four-footed beast that came under my observation, often, I fancy, making too much of it, and giving the wild creatures credit for more sense
than they really possessed. The nature lover is always tempted to do this very thing; his tendency is to humanize the wild life about him, and to read his own traits and moods into whatever he looks upon. I have never consciously done this myself, at least to the extent of willfully misleading my reader. But some of our later nature writers have been guilty of this fault, and have so grossly exaggerated and misrepresented the every-day wild life of our fields and woods that their example has caused a strong reaction to take place in my own mind, and has led me to set about examining the whole subject of animal life and instinct in a way I have never done before.
In March, 1903, I contributed to The Atlantic Monthly
a paper called Real and Sham Natural History,
which was as vigorous a protest as I could make against the growing tendency to humanize the lower animals. The paper was widely read and discussed, and bore fruit in many ways, much of it good and wholesome fruit, but a little of it bitter and acrid. For obvious reasons that paper is not included in this collection. But I have given all the essays that were the outcome of the currents of thought and inquiry that it set going in my mind, and I have given them nearly in the order in which they were written, so that the reader may see the growth of my own mind and opinions in relation to the subject. I confess I have not been fully able to persuade myself that the lower animals ever show anything more than a faint gleam of what we call thought and reflection,—the power to evolve ideas from sense impressions,—except feebly in the case of the dog and the apes, and possibly the elephant. Nearly all the animal behavior that the credulous public looks upon as the outcome of reason is simply the result of the adaptiveness and plasticity of instinct. The animal has impulses and impressions where we have ideas and concepts. Of our faculties I concede to them perception, sense memory, and association of memories, and little else. Without these it would be impossible for their lives to go on.
I am aware that there is much repetition in this volume, and that the names of several of the separate chapters differ much more than do the subjects discussed in them.
When I was a boy on the farm, we used to thrash our grain with the hand-flail. Our custom was to thrash a flooring of sheaves on one side, then turn the sheaves over and thrash them on the other, then unbind them and thrash the loosened straw again, and then finish by turning the whole over and thrashing it once more. I suspect my reader will feel that I have followed the same method in many of these papers. I have thrashed the same straw several times, but I have turned it each time, and I trust have been rewarded by a few additional grains of truth.
Let me hope that the result of the discussion or thrashing will not be to make the reader love the animals less, but rather to love the truth more.
June, 1905.
I.
WAYS OF NATURE
I was much amused lately by a half-dozen or more letters that came to me from some Californian schoolchildren, who wrote to ask if I would please tell them whether or not birds have sense. One little girl said: I would be pleased if you would write and tell me if birds have sense. I wanted to see if I couldn't be the first one to know.
I felt obliged to reply to the children that we ourselves do not have sense enough to know just how much sense the birds and other wild creatures do have, and that they do appear to have some, though their actions are probably the result of what we call instinct, or natural prompting, like that of the bean-stalk when it climbs the pole. Yet a bean-stalk will sometimes show a kind of perversity or depravity that looks like the result of deliberate choice. Each season, among my dozen or more hills of pole-beans, there are usually two or three low-minded plants that will not climb the poles, but go groveling upon the ground, wandering off among the potato-vines or cucumbers, departing utterly from the traditions of their race, becoming shiftless and vagrant. When I lift them up and wind them around the poles and tie them with a wisp of grass, they rarely stay. In some way they seem to get a wrong start in life, or else are degenerates from the first. I have never known anything like this among the wild creatures, though it happens often enough among our own kind. The trouble with the bean is doubtless this: the Lima bean is of South American origin, and in the Southern Hemisphere, beans, it seems, go the other way around the pole; that is, from right to left. When transferred north of the equator, it takes them some time to learn the new way, or from left to right, and a few of them are always backsliding, or departing from the new way and vaguely seeking the old; and not finding this, they become vagabonds.
How much or how little sense or judgment our wild neighbors have is hard to determine. The crows and other birds that carry shell-fish high in the air and then let them drop upon the rocks to break the shell show something very much like reason, or a knowledge of the relation of cause and effect, though it is probably an unthinking habit formed in their ancestors under the pressure of hunger. Froude tells of some species of bird that he saw in South Africa flying amid the swarm of migrating locusts and clipping off the wings of the insects so that they would drop to the earth, where the birds could devour them at their leisure. Our squirrels will cut off the chestnut burs before they have opened, allowing them to fall to the ground, where, as they seem to know, the burs soon dry open. Feed a caged coon soiled food,—a piece of bread or meat rolled on the ground,—and before he eats it he will put it in his dish of water and wash it off. The author of Wild Life Near Home
says that muskrats will wash what they eat, whether washing is needed or not.
If the coon washes his food only when it needs washing, and not in every individual instance, then the proceeding looks like an act of judgment; the same with the muskrat. But if they always wash their food, whether soiled or not, the act looks more like instinct or an inherited habit, the origin of which is obscure.
Birds and animals probably think without knowing that they think; that is, they have not self-consciousness. Only man seems to be endowed with this faculty; he alone develops disinterested intelligence,—intelligence that is not primarily concerned with his own safety and well-being, but that looks abroad upon things. The wit of the lower animals seems all to have been developed by the struggle for existence, and it rarely gets beyond the prudential stage. The sharper the struggle, the sharper the wit. Our porcupine, for instance, is probably the most stupid of animals and has the least speed; it has little use for either wit or celerity of movement. It carries a death-dealing armor to protect it from its enemies, and it can climb the nearest hemlock tree and live on the bark all winter. The skunk, too, pays for its terrible weapon by dull wits. But think of the wit of the much-hunted fox, the much-hunted otter, the much-sought beaver! Even the grouse, when often fired at, learns, when it is started in the open, to fly with a corkscrew motion to avoid the shot.
Fear, love, and hunger were the agents that developed the wits of the lower animals, as they were, of course, the prime factors in developing the intelligence of man. But man has gone on, while the animals have stopped at these fundamental wants,—the need of safety, of offspring, of food.
Probably in a state of wild nature birds never make mistakes, but where they come in contact with our civilization and are confronted by new conditions, they very naturally make mistakes. For instance, their cunning in nest-building sometimes deserts them. The art of the bird is to conceal its nest both as to position and as to material, but now and then it is betrayed into weaving into its structure showy and bizarre bits of this or that, which give its secret away, and which seem to violate all the traditions of its kind. I have the picture of a robin's nest before me, upon the outside of which are stuck a muslin flower, a leaf from a small calendar, and a photograph of a local celebrity. A more incongruous use of material in bird architecture it would be hard to find. I have been told of another robin's nest upon the outside of which the bird had fastened a wooden label from a near-by flower-bed, marked Wake Robin.
Still another nest I have seen built upon a large, showy foundation of the paper-like flowers of antennaria, or everlasting. The wood thrush frequently weaves a fragment of newspaper or a white rag into the foundation of its nest. Evil communications corrupt good manners.
The newspaper and the rag-bag unsettle the wits of the birds. The phœbe-bird is capable of this kind of mistake or indiscretion. All the past generations of her tribe have built upon natural and, therefore, neutral sites, usually under shelving and overhanging rocks, and the art of adapting the nest to its surroundings, blending it with them, has been highly developed. But phœbe now frequently builds under our sheds and porches, where, so far as concealment is concerned, a change of material, say from moss to dry grass or shreds of bark, would be an advantage to her; but she departs not a bit from the family traditions; she uses the same woodsy mosses, which in some cases, especially when the nest is placed upon newly sawed timber, make her secret an open one to all eyes.
It does indeed often look as if the birds had very little sense. Think of a bluebird, or an oriole, or a robin, or a jay, fighting for hours at a time its own image as reflected in a pane of glass; quite exhausting itself in its fury to demolish its supposed rival! Yet I have often witnessed this little comedy. It is another instance of how the arts of our civilization corrupt and confuse the birds. It may be that in the course of many generations the knowledge of glass will get into their blood, and they will cease to be fooled by it, as they may also in time learn what a poor foundation the newspaper is to build upon. The ant or the bee could not be fooled by the glass in that way for a moment.
Have the birds and our other wild neighbors sense, as distinguished from instinct? Is a change of habits to meet new conditions, or the taking advantage of accidental circumstances, an evidence of sense? How many birds appear to have taken advantage of the protection afforded by man in building their nests! How many of them build near paths and along roadsides, to say nothing of those that come close to our dwellings! Even the quail seems to prefer the borders of the highway to the open fields. I have chanced upon only three quails' nests, and these were all by the roadside. One season a scarlet tanager that had failed with her first nest in the woods came to try again in a little cherry tree that stood in the open, a few feet from my cabin, where I could almost touch the nest with my hand as I passed. But in my absence she again came to grief, some marauder, probably a red squirrel, taking her eggs. Will her failure in this case cause her to lose faith in the protective influence of the shadow of a human dwelling? I hope not. I have known the turtle dove to make a similar move, occupying an old robin's nest near my neighbor's cottage. The timid rabbit will sometimes come up from the bushy fields and excavate a place for her nest in the lawn a few feet from the house. All such things look like acts of judgment, though they may be only the result of a greater fear overcoming a lesser fear.
It is in the preservation of their lives and of their young that the wild creatures come the nearest to showing what we call sense or reason. The boys tell me that a rabbit that has been driven from her hole a couple of times by a ferret will not again run into it when pursued. The tragedy of a rabbit pursued by a mink or a weasel may often be read upon our winter snows. The rabbit does not take to her hole; it would be fatal. And yet, though capable of far greater speed, so far as I have observed, she does not escape the mink; he very soon pulls her down. It would look as though a fatal paralysis, the paralysis of utter fear, fell upon the poor creature as soon as she found herself hunted by this subtle, bloodthirsty enemy. I have seen upon the snow where her jumps had become shorter and shorter, with tufts of fur marking each stride, till the bloodstains, and then her half-devoured body, told the whole tragic story.
There is probably nothing in human experience, at this age of the world, that is like the helpless terror that seizes the rabbits as it does other of our lesser wild creatures, when pursued by any of the weasel tribe. They seem instantly to be under some fatal spell which binds their feet and destroys their will power. It would seem as if a certain phase of nature from which we get our notions of fate and cruelty had taken form in the weasel.
The rabbit, when pursued by the fox or by the dog, quickly takes to hole. Hence, perhaps, the wit of the fox that a hunter told me about. The story was all written upon the snow. A mink was hunting a rabbit, and the fox, happening along, evidently took in the situation at a glance. He secreted himself behind a tree or a rock, and, as the rabbit came along, swept her from her course like a charge of shot fired at close range, hurling her several feet over the snow, and then seizing her and carrying her to his den up the mountain-side.
It would be interesting to know