Fallen Forests: Emotion, Embodiment, and Ethics in American Women's Environmental Writing, 1781-1924

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fallen forests TH E UN IVE RS ITY OF GEORGIA PRESS 2013 Falen Forests emotion, embodiment, and ethics in american women’s environmental writing, 1781 – 1924 M Karen L. Kilcup the university of georgia press athens and london © 2013 by the University of Georgia Press Athens, Georgia 30602 www.ugapress.org All rights reserved Designed by April Leidig Set in Caslon by Copperline Book Services, Inc. Printed digitally Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data Kilcup, Karen L. Fallen forests : emotion, embodiment, and ethics in American women’s environmental writing, 1781–1924 / Karen L. Kilcup. pages cm isbn-13: 978-0-8203-3286-4 (hardback) isbn-10: 0-8203-3286-0 (hardcover) isbn-13: 978-0-8203-400-0 (paperback) 1. American literature—Women authors—History and criticism. 2. Environmental protection in literature. 3. Nature conservation in literature. 4. Ecology in literature. . Nature in literature. I. Title. ps12k 2013 810.9'9287—dc23 2012043938 British Library Cataloging-in-Publication Data available frontis “The trvve picture of a vvomen.” From Thomas Harriot, A Briefe and True Report of the New Found Land of Virginia: of the commodities and of the nature and manners of the natural inhabitants. . . . (190; reprinted 1871). Courtesy of the North Carolina Collection, University of North Carolina Library at Chapel Hill. ISBN for digital edition: 978-0-8203-4571-0 for four beloved men my great-uncle, Leonard Ilsley (1896–1982) my grandfather, Lauris M. Gove (1904–1986) my father, Richard S. Kilcup (1931–1997) and my husband, Chris Chimera F This page intentionally left blank The great tree is a protection to a thousand lesser interests, a central force which keeps in motion and urges on a thousand activities. sarah orne jewett The elm-tree had his field to himself. He stood alone in a wide and deep expanse of wind-swept grass which once a year surged round him in foaming billows crested with the rose of clover and the whiteness of daisies and the gold of buttercups. The rest of the time the field was green with an even slant of lush grass, or else it was a dun surface, or else a glittering level of snow; but always there stood the tree, with his green branches in the summer, his gold ones in the autumn, his tender, gold-green ones in the spring, and his branches of naked grace in the winter, but always he was superb. There was not in the whole country-side another tree which could compare with him. He was matchless. mary wilkins freeman This page intentionally left blank ...