the places we pass。 Sometimes; when there is no wind; the odours are so
grouped that I know the character of the country; and can place a
hayfield; a country store; a garden; a barn; a grove of pines; a
farmhouse with the windows open。
The other day I went to walk toward a familiar wood。 Suddenly a
disturbing odour made me pause in dismay。 Then followed a peculiar;
measured jar; followed by dull; heavy thunder。 I understood the odour
and the jar only too well。 The trees were being cut down。 We climbed the
stone wall to the left。 It borders the wood which I have loved so long
that it seems to be my peculiar possession。 But to…day an unfamiliar
rush of air and an unwonted outburst of sun told me that my tree friends
were gone。 The place was empty; like a deserted dwelling。 I stretched
out my hand。 Where once stood the steadfast pines; great; beautiful;
sweet; my hand touched raw; moist stumps。 All about lay broken branches;
like the antlers of stricken deer。 The fragrant; piled…up sawdust
swirled and tumbled about me。 An unreasoning resentment flashed through
me at this ruthless destruction of the beauty that I love。 But there is
no anger; no resentment in nature。 The air is equally charged with the
odours of life and of destruction; for death equally with growth forever
ministers to all…conquering life。 The sun shines as ever; and the winds
riot through the newly opened spaces。 I know that a new forest will
spring where the old one stood; as beautiful; as beneficent。
Touch sensations are permanent and definite。 Odours deviate and are
fugitive; changing in their shades; degrees; and location。 There is
something else in odour which gives me a sense of distance。 I should
call it horizon……the line where odour and fancy meet at the farthest
limit of scent。
Smell gives me more idea than touch or taste of the manner in which
sight and hearing probably discharge their functions。 Touch seems to
reside in the object touched; because there is a contact of surfaces。 In
smell there is no notion of relievo; and odour seems to reside not in
the object smelt; but in the organ。 Since I smell a tree at a distance;
it is prehensible to me that a person sees it without touching it。 I
am not puzzled over the fact that he receives it as an image on his
retina without relievo; since my smell perceives the tree as a thin
sphere with no fullness or content。 By themselves; odours suggest
nothing。 I must learn by association to judge from them of distance; of
place; and of the actions or the surroundings which are the usual
occasions for them; just as I am told people judge from colour; light;
and sound。
From exhalations I learn much about people。 I often know the work they
are engaged in。 The odours of wood; iron; paint; and drugs cling to the
garments of those that work in them。 Thus I can distinguish the
carpenter from the ironworker; the artist from the mason or the chemist。
one place to another I get a scent
impression of where he has been……the kitchen; the garden; or the
sick…room。 I gain pleasurable ideas of freshness and good taste from the
odours of soap; toilet water; clean garments; woollen and silk stuffs;
and gloves。
I have not; indeed; the all…knowing scent of the hound or the wild
animal。 None but the halt and the blind need fear my skill in pursuit;
for there are other things besides water; stale trails; confusing cross
tracks to put me at fault。 Nevertheless; human odours are as varied and
capable of recognition as hands and faces。 The dear odours of those I
love are so definite; so unmistakable; that nothing can quite obliterate
them。 If many years should elapse before I saw an intimate friend again;
I think I should recognize his odour instantly in the heart of Africa;
as promptly as would my brother that barks。
Once; long ago; in a crowded railway station; a lady kissed me as she
hurried by。 I had not touched even her dress。 But she left a scent with
her kiss which gave me a glimpse of her。 The years are many since she
kissed me。 Yet her odour is fresh in my memory。
It is difficult to put into words the thing itself; the elusive
person…odour。 There seems to be no adequate vocabulary of smells; and I
must fall back on approximate phrase and metaphor。
Some people have a vague; unsubstantial odour that floats about; mocking
every effort to identify it。 It is the will…o"…the…wisp of my olfactive
experience。 Sometimes I meet one who lacks a distinctive person…scent;
and I seldom find such a one lively or entertaining。 On the other hand;
one who has a pungent odour often possesses great vitality; energy; and
vigour of mind。
Masculine exhalations are as a rule stronger; more vivid; more widely
differentiated than those of women。 In the odour of young men there is
something elemental; as of fire; storm; and salt sea。 It pulsates with
buoyancy and desire。 It suggests all things strong and beautiful and
joyous; and gives me a sense of physical happiness。 I wonder if others
observe that all infants have the same scent……pure; simple;
undecipherable as their dormant personality。 It is not until the age of
six or seven that they begin to have perceptible individual odours。
These develop and mature along with their mental and bodily powers。
What I have written about smell; especially person…smell; will perhaps
be regarded as the abnormal sentiment of one who can have no idea of the
〃world of reality and beauty which the eye perceives。〃 There are people
who are colour…blind; people who are tone…deaf。 Most people are
smell…blind…and…deaf。 We should not condemn a musical position on the
testimony of an ear which cannot distinguish one chord from another; or
judge a picture by the verdict of a colour…blind critic。 The sensations
of smell which cheer; inform; and broaden my life are not less pleasant
merely because some critic who treads the wide; bright pathway of the
eye has not cultivated his olfactive sense。 Without the shy; fugitive;
often unobserved sensations and the certainties which taste; smell; and
touch give me; I should be obliged to take my conception of the universe
wholly from others。 I should lack the alchemy by which I now in
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