THE TRIBUN L.

The Wiids OF ew-York-NoOn I'm the For
est-" Unwritten n1usic"-Trout. etc.


Correspondence OF The Tribune.
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Tur Woods the glorious Woods No Won
der the wild frontier man falls in love with his
rowing life, and the independent backwoodsman
becomes something Of an cgolist in the heart OF
the limitess forest. He is king over broad do
main and ueads it king Like with his axe for a
sceptre, and the huge trunk Of a tree he has just
fallen for his throne. Nay, he is despot whose
will is law, and whose stern decree dooms many
tall and noble form to death. All hail to the
free hearted backwoodsmen,--the strongest nerve
in the sinewy frame of our young Sampson.


How have pitied you to-day, shut up in your
office, or locking despalringy down the hot
pavement that seems 10 beat in the noontide
beam like fevered pulse. You have baths it is
true. aud at a shilling each, which! is cheap, but
here is bathing tab miles long, which you have
for the taking. You may dive out of the sun.
beams and dust, into your bath six feet by two,
forest and turn a somerset into that sparkling
pool whose waters swim like fluid crystal over
the clear and pebbly bottom. 1t is true the trout
regard me as an innoyator, and open their great
wild eyes on the strange form that falls with
splash into the very heart of their dwelling. They
have all fled in CONSERVATION under the roots
and oyerhanging banks and can imagine them
gathering together in consultation, and wiggling
their tails in high excitement at this singular pro.
ceeding, and passing terrible resolutions of ven.
geance. l shall endcavor toward sundown to
take out small committee of them and let
them report omorow morning at breakfast at
their leisure.


had strolled or rather waded down the stream,
with my rod and fly dragging here and there,
without success, for these hot July days have SO
reduced its depth and rapidity that when, as to.
day, the sky is without cloud, the midday sun
pierces as with an eye of fire the bottom Of every
pool, revealing so clearly every object that ap
proaches that the timorous crowd fee long before
you can cast your line. In that very pool where
have just taken bath, brought two FOUNDER
several times within foot of the surface but as
his eye caught the shadow of the rod, he wheeled
and shot back like an arrow to his cool retreat
Wearied out, threw my rod aside and stretched
myself in the deep forest, and gazed lstlessly on
the babbing stream, that seemed talking i'll its
dreams, or "to the ealy woods singing ID quiet
tune" Noon in the forest How still the trees
stand d!-their lofty stems as mo,onless as col
u,nns; while not sound breaks the solitude save
that brawling brook, and the steady stroke of ii
single axe ringing on III the depth of the forest
An axe in the woods sounds very differently than
in the open air II has a clear, sharp, ringing
sound that is really musical. Ah.


Thrice happy he who the sunless side


OF romrulc mountain. forest crowned,


Beneath the whole collected shade recllnes;


Or Ia the geld cavern. wOodblne- wrought,


sss eooy calm while ali il''Ss the world wishea si'et''


dissatisfied. and SICK. losses IN nOon.'


The birds refuse to sing, aud the insects arc at
rest; and look pigeon has just fured his rush
ing piEion on that maple branch, and can see
his breast throb with exhaustion as he seeks the
cool shade. Nature lies and pants, and the very
tree.tops droop under this fierce July SUI. But
bark There comes low murmur, like the sound
OF distant waves, or the first rising tone of some
old cathedral organ at first faint and low, like a
spirits warning or prophets whisper, it " holds
the ear awake" then swelling louder and clearer,
it sweeps like flood. JOY Joy lit is tho



started on its angel mission over the earth. Bern
amid the wild chaos of mountains in the North
West, it has stopped over the green hills, kissing
the tree-tops as it passed, and filing the moving
forest with strange and solemn music. And
now it rushes up like the blast of Il mighty organ
through the branches over head, that bend and
arch themselves as if stirred by some sudden 10y.
The woods are awake, and the music and motion
around arc bcwidering, and for the moment al.
most fearful. Such sudden change from the
deepest reposc and silence to this limitless inur
mur and movement, seems ominous of some wild
or effort. But not dies away like solemn
authem; ay, as ! have heard music at vcspcrs,
stealing up and away through the twilight arches
of ST. Peters. All this 'unwrtten music, with
lis endless variations-how sweet is it.


remember once to have paid eleven francs
with some friends TO hear the Freybourg organ.
1t is an instrument of tremendous power; bu,
what is it, with its GA stops and nearly 5000
pipes, 10 such an organ of nature, with ten mil.
hon Of trees for pipes, filled by tho free, glorious
breeze as it sweeps on in its pride and power
out eCt, IL Has HOW IC0CHCO buC HtAl
and shadow runs over its bosom as tho leaves
lift In its passage. Sweep on, thou viewlcss
wind blessings greet thee wherever thou goest,
and thy music is free as the open sky.


But the poetry Of the breeze now gave way to
its practical utility. 1t rufilca the bosom of the
stream and brought up ifugmentary clouds &c
deaden the lervor Of the sun and was soor
deep in my lavorite sport. regard lzaak Wal
ton as one of the happcst Of men. l will not
weary you with descriptions Of my fishing, bu
your eyes would sparkle to see these noble trout
bound Just after sunset. 1t is one constant leap
leap, as cast my fly. But you must sec me
catch this fellow that weighs nearly two pounds.
There he lies at the bottom of the pool,and close
TO root. l fling my fly just below him and drag
1t carefully over him, his tail beglns to sway back.
ward and forward, his fms expand, and he
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