Staccato Notes of a Vanished Summer (from Literature and Life) eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 13 pages of information about Staccato Notes of a Vanished Summer (from Literature and Life).

Staccato Notes of a Vanished Summer (from Literature and Life) eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 13 pages of information about Staccato Notes of a Vanished Summer (from Literature and Life).

by William Dean Howells

STACCATO NOTES OF A VANISHED SUMMER

Monday afternoon the storm which had been beating up against the southeasterly wind nearly all day thickened, fold upon fold, in the northwest.  The gale increased, and blackened the harbor and whitened the open sea beyond, where sail after sail appeared round the reef of Whaleback Light, and ran in a wild scamper for the safe anchorages within.

Since noon cautious coasters of all sorts had been dropping in with a casual air; the coal schooners and barges had rocked and nodded knowingly to one another, with their taper and truncated masts, on the breast of the invisible swell; and the flock of little yachts and pleasure-boats which always fleck the bay huddled together in the safe waters.  The craft that came scurrying in just before nightfall were mackerel seiners from Gloucester.  They were all of one graceful shape and one size; they came with all sail set, taking the waning light like sunshine on their flying-jibs, and trailing each two dories behind them, with their seines piled in black heaps between the thwarts.  As soon as they came inside their jibs weakened and fell, and the anchor-chains rattled from their bows.  Before the dark hid them we could have counted sixty or seventy ships in the harbor, and as the night fell they improvised a little Venice under the hill with their lights, which twinkled rhythmically, like the lamps in the basin of St. Mark, between the Maine and New Hampshire coasts.

There was a dash of rain, and we thought the storm had begun; but that ended it, as so many times this summer a dash of rain has ended a storm.  The morning came veiled in a fog that kept the shipping at anchor through the day; but the next night the weather cleared.  We woke to the clucking of tackle, and saw the whole fleet standing dreamily out to sea.  When they were fairly gone, the summer, which had held aloof in dismay of the sudden cold, seemed to return and possess the land again; and the succession of silver days and crystal nights resumed the tranquil round which we thought had ceased.

I.

One says of every summer, when it is drawing near its end, “There never was such a summer”; but if the summer is one of those which slip from the feeble hold of elderly hands, when the days of the years may be reckoned with the scientific logic of the insurance tables and the sad conviction of the psalmist, one sees it go with a passionate prescience of never seeing its like again such as the younger witness cannot know.  Each new summer of the few left must be shorter and swifter than the last:  its Junes will be thirty days long, and its Julys and Augusts thirty-one, in compliance with the almanac; but the days will be of so small a compass that fourteen of them will rattle round in a week of the old size like shrivelled peas in a pod.

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