Reading The River By Mark Twain Essay

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Now when I had mastered the language of this water and had come to know every trifling[1] feature that bordered the great river as familiarly as I knew the letters of the alphabet, I had made a valuable acquisition[2]. But I had lost something, too. I had lost something which could never be restored to me while I lived. All the grace, the beauty, the poetry, had gone out the majestic river! I still kept in mind a certain wonderful sunset which I witnessed when steamboating was new to me. A broad expanse of the river was turned to blood; in the middle distance the red hue brightened into gold, through which a solitary log came floating, black and conspicuous; in one place a long, slanting mark lay sparkling upon the water; in another the surface was broken by boiling, tumbling rings that were as many-tinted as an opal; where the ruddy flush was faintest was a smooth spot that was covered with graceful circles and radiating lines, ever so delicately traced; the shore on our left was densely wooded, and the somber[3] shadow that fell from this forest was broken in one place by a long, ruffled trail that shone like silver; and high above the forest wall a clean-stemmed dead tree waved a single leafy bough[4] that glowed like a flame in the unobstructed splendor that was flowing from the sun. There were graceful curves, reflected images woody heights, soft distances, and over the whole scene, far and near, the dissolving lights drifted steadily, enriching it every passing moment with new marvels of coloring.Q1

I stood like one bewitched. I drank it in, in a speechless rapture. The world was new to me and I had never seen anything like this at home. But as I have said, a day came when I began to cease from noting the glories and the charms which the moon and the sun and the twilight wrought upon the river’s face; another day came when I ceased altogether to note them. Then, if that sunset scene had been repeated, I should have looked upon in without rapture and should have commented upon it inwardly after this fashion: “This sun means that we are going to have wind tomorrow; that floating log means that the river is rising, small thanks to it; that slanting mark on the water refers to a bluff reef which is going to kill somebody’s steamboat one of these nights, if it keeps on stretching out like that; those tumbling ‘boils’ show a dissolving bar and a changing channel there; the lines and circles in the slick water over yonder are a warning that that troublesome place is shoaling[5] up dangerous; that silver streak in the shadow of the forest is the ‘break’ from a new snag and he has located himself in the very best place he could have found to fish for steamboats; that tall dead tree, with a single living branch; is not going to last long, and then how is a body ever going to get through this blind place at night without the friendly old landmark?”Q2

No, the romance and beauty were all gone from the river. All the value any feature of it had for me now was the amount of usefulness it could furnish toward compassing the safe piloting of a steamboat. Since those days, I have pitied doctors from my heart. What does the lovely flush in a beauty’s cheek mean to a doctor but a “break” that ripples above some deadly disease? Are not all her visible charms sown thick with what are to him the sign and symbols of hidden decay? Does he ever see her beauty at all, or doesn’t he simply view her professionally and comment upon her unwholesome condition all to himself? And doesn’t he sometimes wonder whether he had gained most or lost most by learning his trade?Q3

Two Ways of Looking at A River by Mark Twain is in the public domain.

  1. Trifling(adjective):

    lacking in significance or value

  2. Acquisition(noun):

    something gained or acquired

  3. Somber(adjective):

    dark and gloomy; of a serious and/or sad cast

  4. Bough(noun):

    a branch of a tree

  5. Shoal(verb):

    to become shallow

Jade Fox An Analysis of “Two Ways of Viewing a River” “Two Ways of Viewing a River” by Mark Twain is a work that causes the reader to think twice about how he or she appreciates everyday things. The essay is an expressive contrast that explains how Twain’s views change as he becomes more familiar with the river. The work’s expressive purpose is evident throughout. Twain exposes shows how he feels about the river before and after an extended period of seeing it. At the beginning, Twain discusses the river in general and expresses how appealing it is to him. Then, he goes on to discuss how the river seems to him now. He says, “I had lost something which could never be restored to me while I lived.” All the beauty of the river has vanished from Twain’s eyes. He “now… mastered the language of [the] water…” and lost how he originally felt about the river. Since Twain sees the river each and every day, he takes for granted all of the good aspects of it. Then, he starts to realize that the job he has is very dangerous. He begins to reflect on the

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