I have for years had a great deal of trouble with my shoe-strings, because
they get untied continually. They are
leather, rolled and tied in a hard knot. But some days I could hardly go twenty
rods before I was obliged to stop and stoop to tie my shoes. My companion and I speculated on
the distance to which one tying would carry you, —the length of a shoe-tie,— and we thought it nearly
as appreciable and certainly a more simple and natural measure of distance than a stadium, or league, or mile. Ever and anon we raised our feet on whatever fence or wall or rock or stump we chanced to be
passing, and drew the strings once more, pulling as hard as we could. It was very vexatious, when passing
through low scrubby bushes, to become conscious that the strings were already getting loose again before
we had fairly started. What should we have done if pursued by a tribe of Indians? My companion sometimes
went without strings altogether, but that loose way of proceeding was not [to] be
thought of by me. One shoemaker sold us shoe strings made of the hide of a
South American jackass, which he
recommended; or rather he gave them to us and added their price to that of the shoes we bought of him. But I
could not see that these were any better than the old. I wondered if anybody had exhibited a better article at the World’s Fair, and whether England did not bear the palm from America in
this respect. I thought of strings with recurved prickles and various other
remedies myself. At last the other day it occurred to me that I would try an experiment,
and, instead of tying two simple knots one over the other the same way, putting
the end which fell to the right over each time, that I
would reverse the process, and put
it under the other. Greatly to my satisfaction, the experiment was perfectly
successful, and from that time my shoe-strings have given me no trouble, except
sometimes in untying them at night.
On telling this to others I learned that I had been all the while tying
what is called a granny’s knot, for I had never been taught to tie any other, as sailors’ children are; but now I had blundered into a square knot, I think they called it, or two running slip-nooses. Should not all children be taught this accomplishment, and an hour, perchance, of their childhood be devoted
to instruction in tying knots?
Also from The Virtual Vanaprastha:
- Thoreau Celebrates the "Philosophia Botanica". I have learned in a shorter time and more accurately the meaning of the scientific terms used in botany from a few plates of figures at the end of the "Philosophia Botanica," with the names annexed, than a volume of explanations or glossaries could teach.
- Henry David Thoreau on Lichens and the Universe. I find myself inspecting little granules, as it were, on the bark of trees, little shields or apothecia spring from a thallus, such is the mood of my mind, and I call it studying lichens.
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