At all events, with my knapsack for a pillow, and my hound as a sentry, a bivouac in the open air was just the thing which would have amused me. If I did not hit upon the village before sunset, or even before dark, it was more than possible that a little Dutch farmhouse, or something of that kind, would soon make its appearance-although, in fact, the neighborhood (perhaps on account of being more picturesque than fertile) was very sparsely inhabited.

A smoky mist, resembling that of the Indian summer, enveloped all things, and of course, added to my uncertainty.

The sun had scarcely shone-strictly speaking-during the day, which nevertheless, had been unpleasantly warm. The land undulated very remarkably and my path, for the last hour, had wound about and about so confusedly, in its effort to keep in the valleys, that I no longer knew in what direction lay the sweet village of B–, where I had determined to stop for the night. You should visit Browse Happy and update your internet browser today!ĭuring A pedestrian trip last summer, through one or two of the river counties of New York, I found myself, as the day declined, somewhat embarrassed about the road I was pursuing. The embedded audio player requires a modern internet browser.

Edgar allan poe to the river