m% WALL STREET AND THE WILDS 



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'If it were not like offering you a cobblestone 

 or a brick, Mrs. Yale — ' 



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That will do,' said I, interrupting, 'I know 

 the rest of it.' 



"Then I went to the butcher and said, — 



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'How is your liver to-day?' or it might have 

 been chops, but before he could answer my in- 

 quiry he had to get those cobblestones and bricks 

 off his mind. I couldn't buy a paper of pins 

 without having a cobblestone thrown in and every 

 friend I have in town was waiting for me with a 

 brick." 



A friend of Emerson and of other leaders of 

 thought of her day, she created an atmosphere 

 about her family and friends that was infinitely 

 soothing to battered nerves and made the shout- 

 ings of the Exchange and the jargon of Wall 

 Street sound like voices from the pit. And yet I 

 was going back. Kipling may write of the call 

 of the East, London of the call of the wild, but 

 both are mere sentimental suggestions compared 

 to the Call of the Street. 



