136 MY SUMMER IN A GARDEN. 



door in life which is hopelessly shut, and 

 from which he retires in despair. 



&quot; Where it comes from I don t know, 

 nor what to do with it. It s in my 

 garden; and I can t get rid of it. It 

 beats me.&quot; 



About &quot; pusley &quot; the guide had no 

 theory and no hope. A feeling of awe 

 came over me, as we lay there at mid 

 night, hushed by the sound of the 

 stream and the rising wind in the spruce- 

 tops. Then, man can go nowhere that 

 &quot; pusley &quot; will not attend him. Though 

 he camp on the Upper Au Sable, or 

 penetrate the forest where rolls the 

 Allegash, and hears no sound save his 

 own allegations, he will not escape it. 

 It has entered the happy valley of 

 Keene, although there is yet no church 

 there, and only a feeble school part of 

 the year. Sin travels faster than they 

 that ride in chariots. I take my hoe, 



