Chants Democratic

AMERICA always!

Always me joined with you, whoever you are!

Always our own feuillage!

Always Florida's green peninsula! Always the price-lesspriceless delta of Louisiana! Always the cotton-fields of Alabama and Texas!

Always California's golden hills and hollows—and the silver mountains of New Mexico! Always soft-breath'd Cuba!

Always the vast slope drained by the Southern Sea

      —inseparable with the slopes drained by the

      Eastern and Western Seas,

The area the Eighty-third year of These States—the three and a half millions of square miles,

The eighteen thousand miles of sea-coast and bay-coast on the main—the thirty thousand miles of river navigation,

The seven millions of distinct families, and the same number of dwellings—Always these and more, branching forth into numberless branches;

Always the free range and diversity! Always the continent of Democracy!

Always the prairies, pastures, forests, vast cities, travellers, Kanada, the snows;

Always these compact lands—lands tied at the hips with the belt stringing the huge oval lakes;

Always the West, with strong native persons—the increasing density there—the habitans, friendly, threatening, ironical, scorning invaders;

All sights, South, North, East—all deeds, promis-cuouslypromiscuously done at all times,

All characters, movements, growths—a few noticed, myriads unnoticed,

Through Mannahatta's streets I walking, these things gathering;

On interior rivers, by night, in the glare of pine knots, steamboats wooding up;

Sunlight by day on the valley of the Susquehanna, and on the valleys of the Potomac and Rappa-hannockRappahannock, and the valleys of the Roanoke and

      Delaware;

In their northerly wilds beasts of prey haunting the

      Adirondacks, the hills—or lapping the Saginaw

      waters to drink;

In a lonesome inlet, a sheldrake, lost from the flock, sitting on the water, rocking silently;

In farmers' barns, oxen in the stable, their harvest labor done—they rest standing—they are too tired;

Afar on arctic ice, the she-walrus lying drowsily, while her cubs play around;

The hawk sailing where men have not yet sailed— the farthest polar sea, ripply, crystalline, open, beyond the floes;

White drift spooning ahead, where the ship in the tempest dashes;

On solid land, what is done in cities, as the bells all strike midnight together;

In primitive woods, the sounds there also sounding— the howl of the wolf, the scream of the panther, and the hoarse bellow of the elk;

In winter beneath the hard blue ice of Moosehead

      Lake—in summer visible through the clear

      waters, the great trout swimming;

In lower latitudes, in warmer air, in the Carolinas, the large black buzzard floating slowly high beyond the tree-tops,

Below, the red cedar, festooned with tylandria—the pines and cypresses, growing out of the white sand that spreads far and flat;

Rude boats descending the big Pedee—climbing

      plants, parasites, with colored flowers and berries, enveloping huge trees,

The waving drapery on the live oak, trailing long and low, noiselessly waved by the wind;

The camp of Georgia wagoners, just after dark—the supper-fires, and the cooking and eating by whites and negroes,

Thirty or forty great wagons—the mules, cattle, horses, feeding from troughs,

The shadows, gleams, up under the leaves of the old sycamore-trees—the flames—also the black smoke from the pitch-pine, curling and rising;

Southern fishermen fishing—the sounds and inlets of North Carolina's coast—the shad-fishery and the herring-fishery—the large sweep-seines

      —the windlasses on shore worked by horses—

      the clearing, curing, and packing houses;

Deep in the forest, in the piney woods, turpentine and tar dropping from the incisions in the trees

      —There is the turpentine distillery,

There are the negroes at work, in good health—the ground in all directions is covered with pine straw;

In Tennessee and Kentucky, slaves busy in the coal-ingscoalings, at the forge, by the furnace-blaze, or at the corn-shucking;

In Virginia, the planter's son returning after a long absence, joyfully welcomed and kissed by the aged mulatto nurse;

On rivers, boatmen safely moored at night-fall, in their boats, under the shelter of high banks,

Some of the younger men dance to the sound of the banjo or fiddle—others sit on the gunwale, smoking and talking;

Late in the afternoon, the mocking-bird, the American mimic, singing in the Great Dismal Swamp— there are the greenish waters, the resinous odor, the plenteous moss, the cypress tree, and the juniper tree;

Northward, young men of Mannahatta—the target

      company from an excursion returning home at

      evening—the musket-muzzles all bear bunches

      of flowers presented by women;

Children at play—or on his father's lap a young boy fallen asleep, (how his lips move! how he smiles in his sleep!)

The scout riding on horseback over the plains west of the Mississippi—he ascends a knoll and sweeps his eye around;

California life—the miner, bearded, dressed in his rude costume—the stanch California friendship

      —the sweet air—the graves one, in passing,

      meets, solitary, just aside the horse-path;

Down in Texas, the cotton-field, the negro-cabins— drivers driving mules or oxen before rude carts

      —cotton-bales piled on banks and wharves;

Encircling all, vast-darting, up and wide, the Amer-icanAmerican Soul, with equal hemispheres—one Love, one Dilation or Pride;

In arriere, the peace-talk with the Iroquois, the aborigines—the calumet, the pipe of good-will arbitration, and indorsement,

The sachem blowing the smoke first toward the sun and then toward the earth,

The drama of the scalp-dance enacted with painted faces and guttural exclamations,

The setting out of the war-party—the long and

      stealthy march,

The single file—the swinging hatchets—the surprise and slaughter of enemies;

All the acts, scenes, ways, persons, attitudes of These

      States—reminiscences, all institutions,

All These States, compact—Every square mile of

      These States, without excepting a particle—you also—me also,

Me pleased, rambling in lanes and country fields,

      Paumanok's fields,

Me, observing the spiral flight of two little yellow butterflies, shuffling between each other, ascend-ingascending high in the air;

The darting swallow, the destroyer of insects—the fall traveller southward, but returning northward early in the spring;

The country boy at the close of the day, driving the herd of cows, and shouting to them as they loiter to browse by the road-side;

The city wharf—Boston, Philadelphia, Baltimore,

      Charleston, New Orleans, San Francisco,

The departing ships, when the sailors heave at the capstan;

Evening—me in my room—the setting sun,

The setting summer sun shining in my open window, showing me flies, suspended, balancing in the air in the centre of the room, darting athwart, up and down, casting swift shadows in specks on the opposite wall, where the shine is;

The athletic American matron speaking in public to crowds of listeners;

Males, females, immigrants, combinations—the co-piousnesscopiousness—the individuality and sovereignty of The States, each for itself—the money-makers;

Factories, machinery, the mechanical forces—the windlass, lever, pulley—All certainties,

The certainty of space, increase, freedom, futurity,

In space, the sporades, the scattered islands, the stars

      —on the firm earth, the lands, my lands,

O lands! all so dear to me—what you are, (what-everwhatever it is,) I become a part of that, whatever it is,

Southward there, I screaming, with wings slow flap-pingflapping, with the myriads of gulls wintering along the coasts of Florida—or in Louisiana, with pelicans breeding,

Otherways, there, atwixt the banks of the Arkansaw, the Rio Grande, the Nueces, the Brazos, the

      Tombigbee, the Red River, the Saskatchawan, or the Osage, I with the spring waters laughing and skipping and running;

Northward, on the sands, on some shallow bay of

      Paumanok, I, with parties of snowy herons

      wading in the wet to seek worms and aquatic

      plants;

Retreating, triumphantly twittering, the king-bird, from piercing the crow with its bill, for amuse-mentamusement—And I triumphantly twittering;

The migrating flock of wild geese alighting in autumn to refresh themselves—the body of the flock feed

      —the sentinels outside move around with erect

      heads watching, and are from time to time re-lievedrelieved by other sentinels—And I feeding and taking turns with the rest;

In Kanadian forests, the moose, large as an ox, cor-neredcornered by hunters, rising desperately on his hind-feethindfeet, and plunging with his fore-feet, the hoofs as sharp as knives—And I, plunging at the hunters, cornered and desperate;

In the Mannahatta, streets, piers, shipping, store-houses, and the countless workmen working in the shops,

And I too of the Mannahatta, singing thereof—and no less in myself than the whole of the Manna-hattaMannahatta in itself,

Singing the song of These, my ever united lands

      —my body no more inevitably united, part to

      part, and made one identity, any more than

      my lands are inevitably united, and made ONE IDENTITY,

Nativities, climates, the grass of the great Pastoral

      Plains,

Cities, labors, death, animals, products, good and evil

      —these me,

These affording, in all their particulars, endless feuillage to me and to America, how can I do less than pass the clew of the union of them, to afford the like to you?

Whoever you are! how can I but offer you divine leaves, that you also be eligible as I am?

How can I but, as here, chanting, invite you for yourself to collect bouquets of the incomparable feuillage of These States?