86 JOURNEY TO THE SHORES 



nothing could induce the sufferer to under- 

 take a second, while under the influence of 

 present pain. He feels his frame crushed 

 by unaccountable pressure, he drags a gal- 

 ling and stubborn weight at his feet, and 

 his track is marked with blood. The daz- 

 zling scene around him affords np rest to 

 his eye, no object to divert his attention 

 from his own agonizing sensations. When 

 he arises from sleep, half his body seems 

 dead, till quickened into feeling by the ir- 

 ritation of his sores. But fortunately for 

 him, no evil makes an impression so evanes- 

 cent as pain. It cannot be wholly banished, 

 nor recalled with the force of reality, by 

 any act of the mind, either to affect our de- 

 terminations, or to sympathise with another. 

 The traveller soon forgets his sufferings, 

 and at every future journey their recur- 

 rence is attended with diminished acute- 

 ness. 



It was not before the 10th or 12th of 

 April, that the return of the swans, geese, 

 and ducks, gave certain indications of the 

 advance of spring. The juice of the maple- 



