Ways of Nature — Background and Themes
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Emerson said that he was an endless experimenter with no past at his back. This is just what Nature is. She experiments endlessly, seeking new ways, new modes, new forms, and is ever intent upon breaking away from the past. In this way, as Darwin showed, she attains to new species. She is blind, she gropes her way, she trusts to luck; all her successes are chance hits. Whenever I look over my right shoulder, as I sit at my desk writing these sentences, I see a long shoot of a honeysuckle that came in through a crack of my imperfectly closed window last summer. It came in looking, or rather feeling, for something to cling to. It first dropped down upon a pile of books, then reached off till it struck the window-sill of another large window; along this it crept, its regular leaves standing up like so many pairs of green ears, looking very pretty. Coming to the end of the open way there, it turned to the left and reached out into vacancy, till it struck another window-sill running at right angles to the former; along this it traveled nearly half an inch a day, till it came to the end of that road. Then it ventured out into vacant space again, and pointed straight toward me at my desk, ten feet distant. Day by day it kept its seat upon the window-sill, and stretched out farther and farther, almost beckoning me to give it a lift or to bring it support. I could hardly resist its patient daily appeal. Late in October it had bridged about three feet of the distance that separated us, when, one day, the moment came when it could maintain itself outright in the air no longer, and it fell to the floor. "Poor thing," I said, "your faith was blind, but it was real. You knew there was a support somewhere, and you tried all ways to find it." This is Nature. She goes around the circle, she tries every direction, sure that she will find a way at some point. Animals in cages behave in a similar way, looking for a means of escape. In the vineyard I see the grape-vines reaching out blindly in all directions for some hold for their tendrils. The young arms seize upon one another and tighten their hold as if they had at last found what they were in search of. Stop long enough beside one of the vines, and it will cling to you and run all over you.
Behold the tumble-bug with her ball of dung by the roadside; where is she going with it? She is going anywhere and everywhere; she changes her direction, like the vine, whenever she encounters an obstacle. She only knows that somewhere there is a depression or a hole in which her ball with its egg can rest secure, and she keeps on tumbling about till she finds it, or maybe digs one, or comes to grief by the foot of some careless passer-by. This, again, is Nature's way, randomly and tirelessly seeking her ends. When we look over a large section of history, we see that it is man's way, too, or Nature's way in man. His progress has been a blind groping, the result of endless experimentation, and all his failures and mistakes could not be written in a book. How he has tumbled about with his ball, seeking the right place for it, and how many times has he come to grief! All his successes have been lucky hits: steam, electricity, representative government, printing--how long he groped for them before he found them! There is always and everywhere the Darwinian tendency to variation, to seek new forms, to improve upon the past; and man is under this law, the same as is the rest of nature. One generation of men, like one generation of leaves, becomes the fertilizer of the next; failures only enrich the soil or make smoother the way.
John Burroughs opens Ways of Nature with a frank admission: he has often made too much of the intelligence of birds and beasts, crediting them with more “sense” than they possess. This volume, he explains, is a deliberate departure from his earlier work, prompted by a reaction against nature writers who grossly exaggerate animal behavior. The essays that follow are not a celebration of animal cunning but a skeptical inquiry into instinct, perception, and the limits of non-human reason.
Burroughs anchors his argument in concrete observation. He notes that a rooster points into the wind without hesitation, a vessel adjusts to tides, and a log caught in an eddy seems to struggle—all examples of adaptive behavior that mimics intention but lacks thought. His method is to strip away anthropomorphic interpretation and examine what animals actually do, not what we imagine they feel or intend.
Instinct versus Reason
Burroughs draws a sharp line between instinct and reason. He concedes to animals “perception, sense memory, and association of memories,” but little else. Nearly all behavior that looks like thought, he argues, is the “adaptiveness and plasticity of instinct.” He illustrates this with the rooster’s wind-pointing and the anchored vessel’s adjustment to currents—actions that appear intelligent but are automatic responses. Even man, he notes, often obeys unseen currents of race or history while believing he acts on initiative. The distinction is crucial: animals have impulses and impressions; humans have ideas and concepts. Burroughs does not deny animals a faint gleam of reflection, but he limits it to dogs, apes, and possibly elephants, and even then only feebly.
The Perils of Humanizing Wildlife
Burroughs is particularly critical of nature writers who project human motives onto animals. He cites a recent British book that treats salt and gravel as animal medicine, and a French work on the “Industries of Animals.” He dismisses Michelet’s claim that birds can puff themselves lighter than air. The tendency to humanize, he warns, is most marked in popular nature books. He targets Romanes’s Animal Intelligence as a lawyer’s plea, not a scientific work, pointing to the absurd story of a jackdaw tried by a jury of rooks. Burroughs insists that the serious student wants truth, not romance, and that casual observers, Indians, trappers, and backwoodsmen are unreliable because they interpret animal lives in terms of their own motives.
Evidence and Its Misuse
Burroughs scrutinizes the quality of evidence in animal intelligence studies. He recounts Romanes’s reliance on Jesse’s tale of swallows tearing down a sparrow’s nest in revenge—a feat physically impossible for swallows. Jesse did not see the act; he only saw dead young sparrows and assumed the nest fell by revenge. Burroughs calls such reasoning “antecedently improbable.” He contrasts this with the patient, honest work of Darwin, whom he holds up as a model. The lesson is clear: anecdotes from irresponsible observers cannot substitute for careful, skeptical observation. Burroughs’s own method is to test stories against physical possibility and to demand direct evidence.
The Horse’s Plunge and the Limits of Analogy
One of Burroughs’s most striking examples is the horses that dashed themselves down precipices in Alaska to escape suffering on the White Pass trail. He asks: did they commit suicide? In effect, yes, but not in intention. A horse cannot know death or self-destruction; it was maddened by hardship and plunged blindly. The analogy to human suicide is false. Burroughs uses this to underscore his central point: we must not read our own concepts into animal actions. The same caution applies to the log that seems to struggle in an eddy—it is uncanny but not alive. By refusing to anthropomorphize, Burroughs aims for a clearer, more honest natural history.
Burroughs does not offer a definitive answer to the question of animal intelligence; instead, he models a disciplined approach to observation. Readers will find a writer willing to revise his own earlier views and to challenge popular sentimentality. The essays reward those who value precision over charm and who prefer a skeptical naturalist to a romantic one. Burroughs’s voice—direct, self-critical, and grounded in the physical world—makes Ways of Nature a useful corrective to the nature-writing excesses of his time and ours.
Reading Burroughs’ Ways of Nature, I keep returning to how gently he strips away our need to make animals feel like us. That patient correction reminded me of another quiet reckoning with sentiment—A Review of Uncle Tom's Cabin; or, An Essay on Slavery — Reading Companion—which untangles feeling from fact in a similar, unhurried way. Both made me sit a little longer with my own assumptions.
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