example.

TUESDAY. - When I awoke, it was already day; the train was standing

idle; I was in the last carriage, and, seeing some others strolling

to and fro about the lines, I opened the door and stepped forth, as

from a caravan by the wayside. We were near no station, nor even,

as far as I could see, within reach of any signal. A green, open,

undulating country stretched away upon all sides. Locust trees and

a single field of Indian corn gave it a foreign grace and interest;

but the contours of the land were soft and English. It was not

quite England, neither was it quite France; yet like enough either

to seem natural in my eyes. And it was in the sky, and not upon

the earth, that I was surprised to find a change. Explain it how

you may, and for my part I cannot explain it at all, the sun rises

with a different splendour in America and Europe. There is more

clear gold and scarlet in our old country mornings; more purple,

brown, and smoky orange in those of the new. It may be from habit,

but to me the coming of day is less fresh and inspiriting in the

latter; it has a duskier glory, and more nearly resembles sunset;

it seems to fit some subsequential, evening epoch of the world, as

though America were in fact, and not merely in fancy, farther from

the orient of Aurora and the springs of day. I thought so then, by

the railroad side in Pennsylvania, and I have thought so a dozen

times since in far distant parts of the continent. If it be an

illusion it is one very deeply rooted, and in which my eyesight is

accomplice.

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