THE CALL OF THE LAND 



gard ourselves. If one suffers, all are hurt. 

 The true weal of one is a blessing to the 

 rest. 



Men pride themselves on family, blood, 

 estate. You scorn to associate with so-and- 

 so because he is of plebeian stock. Friend, 

 in ten generations your blood will flow in 

 the very same veins with his, and in less time 

 than that descendants of yours will be serv- 

 ing descendants of his for wages. With 

 absolute literalness is it true that men are 

 made out of one blood to dwell on all the 

 face of the earth. 



The water which supplies the power for 

 the mills at Kearney, Nebraska, has a 

 peculiar source. As you follow it upstream, 

 all at once the canal ends, and you wonder 

 how on earth it is kept continually full. No 

 lakes or ponds appear in the vicinity, yet, 

 summer and winter alike, that mighty tide 

 sweeps forward with steady volume. Trav- 

 elers have journeyed thousands of miles tc 

 see this supposed freak of nature. But to the 

 geologist it is no mystery. The canal simply 

 unearths waters of the distant Platte River, 



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