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After earning a few dollars working on my brother-in law's farm near Portage [Wisconsin], I set off on the first of my long lonely excursions, botanising in glorious freedom around the Great Lakes and wandering through innumerable tamarac and arbor-vitae swamps, and forests of maple, basswood, ash, elm, balsam, fir, pine, spruce, hemlock, rejoicing in their bound wealth and strength and beauty, climbing the trees, revelling in their flowers and fruit like bees in beds of goldenrods, glorying in the fresh cool beauty and charm of the bog and meadow heathworts, grasses, carices, ferns, mosses, liverworts displayed in boundless profusion. The rarest and most beautiful of the flowering plants I discovered on this first grand excursion was Calypso borealis (the Hider of the North). I had been fording streams more and more difficult to cross and wading bogs and swamps that seemed more and more extensive and more difficult to force one's way through. Entering one of these great tamarac and arbor-vitae swamps one morning, holding a general though very crooked course by compass, struggling through tangled drooping branches and over and under broad heaps of fallen trees, I began to fear that I would not be able to reach dry ground before dark, and therefore would have to pass the night in the swamp and began, faint and hungry, to plan a nest of branches on one of the largest trees or windfalls like a monkey's nest, or eagle's, or Indian's in the flooded forests of the Orinoco described by Humboldt. But when the sun was getting low and everything seemed most bewildering and discouraging, I found beautiful Calypso on the mossy bank of a stream, growing not in the ground but on a bed of yellow mosses in which its small white bulb had found a soft nest and from which its one leaf and one flower sprung. The flower was white and made the impression of the utmost simple purity like a snowflower. No other bloom was near it, for the bog a short distance below the surface was still frozen, and the water was ice cold. It seemed the most spiritual of all the flower people I had ever met. I sat down beside it and fairly cried for joy. It seems wonderful that so frail and lovely a plant has such power over human hearts. This Calypso meeting happened some forty-five years ago, and it was more memorable and impressive than any of my meetings with human beings excepting, perhaps, Emerson and one or two others. When I was leaving the University, Professor J.D. Butler said, "John, I would like to know what becomes o you, and I wish you would write me, say once a year, so I may keep you in sight." I wrote to the Professor, telling him about this meeting with Calypso, and he sent the letter to an Eastern newspaper [The Boston Recorder] with some comments of his own. These, as far as I know, were the first of my words that appeared in print. How long I sat beside Calypso I don't know. Hunger and weariness vanished, and only after the sun was low in the west I splashed on through the swamp, strong and exhilarated as if never more to feel any mortal care. At length I saw maple woods on a hill and found a log house. I was gladly received. "Where ha ye come fra? The swamp, that awfu' swamp. What were ye doin' there?" etc. "Mony a puir body has been lost in that muckle, cauld, dreary bog and never been found." When I told her I had entered it in search of plants and had been in it all day, she wondered how plants could draw me to these awful places, and said, "It's god's mercy ye ever got out." Oftentimes I had to sleep without blankets, and sometimes without supper, but usually I had no great difficulty in finding a loaf of bread here and there at the houses of the farmer settlers in the widely scattered clearings. With one of these large backwoods loaves I was able to wander many a long wild fertile mile in the forests and bogs, free as the winds, gathering plants, and glorying in God's abounding inexhaustible spiritual beauty bread. Storms, thunderclouds, winds in the woods—were welcomed as friends.
Paragraph 1 Introduces the reader with precise setting of the story, and how he came about it. As revealed by the first couple of paragraphs regarding working on his brother in law farm. Moreover, paragraph 1 is a testament to how the circumstances brought the author to the main plots of the story. This makes the reader aware of what's going on and serves the following paragraphs easier to follow.
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Paragrapgh 2 Introduces the readers with the hardships the author suffered from his voyage to the wilderness. This is revealed though the line "I had been fording the streams more and more difficult to cross" as well as "swams that seemed more and more extensive and more diffcult to force one's way through". As such the readers are given with the knowledge of the author's difficulties in his voyage and likewise leaves them thinking as to what he would do in the next paragraph to counteract the hardships. Paragraph 2 also utilizes "foreshadowing" to allow for anticipation in the following paragraphs.
Paragrapgh 3 Despite previously experienced difficulties the author finds his relief when he encounters a beautiful flower. Amid the chaotic situation he finds his "poetic justice" which is when protagonist gets what he deserves according to his actions. Since the author finds the purpose of the voyage he is likely overcome with joy, and this is a great turning point of the story because in paragraph 2 the author is struggling but then in parargaph 3 he finds his eventual gift of Calypso borealis. The discovery of this flower also serves as the central stem of the story as the entire story has to do with this flower. Likewise the paragraph leaves the readers questioning what would follow after his telic discovery of Calypso.
Paragraph 4 This paragrpah 4 has two main functions. To explain the beauty of Calypso to make this story more immersive throughout, and to recount the memory of the author in connection to this flower. The readers are given with precise details fo this flower to ponder the beautitude in ther mind and moreover with author's relationship with Calypso from interpersonal perspective, as mentioned in the letter written to him by a third party regarding his commentary on the Calypso. All in all, the paragraph 4 serves as the climax of this short story as the descriptive language of Calypso is considerably euphonic, as well as author's reminiscience with his people connections-which he claims not to have had a good experience of in the previous paragraph.
Paragraph 5 As a concluding paragraph of the story, the author recounts the events subsequent to his time with the flower, which he claims to have forgotten. His first mention of "I don't remember how long" reveals how intense and condensed his flashbacks were, so concentrated that he would lose his sense of time. Notion of the log house, and realization of the danger further serves to intensify his experience with the Calypso, his long thought symbol of hope, symbol of fulfilment and nostalgia. Then the transition from log houes to the prologue of this story, in which author ends up cotninuing his voyage in nature without overly clear destiation, reveals his oneness with his identity, as well as the nature. "were welcomed as friends" is more than personification of nature and all the elements that come with it, but it is an ending so ambiguous and beautiful that one would wonder what became of him further beyond the story. I hope I helped you:)
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