The ffidnderer 



SONS of Ishmael, scorn the pity that is 

 put upon you. Wanderers ? What 

 harm of that ? So long as you keep from 

 mischief and don't marry, you may as 

 well be wandering as sitting on door-steps. 

 Rolling stones, that gather no moss, are 

 sometimes bright and pleasing objects, and 

 it is when moss gets hold of it that a stone 

 decays. Tramps who idle are worse than 

 idlers who tramp. There are too many non- 

 producers, but there are too many others 

 who have no saving grace of vagrancy in 

 their souls. Their noses trace figures up 

 and down pages of ledgers ; they never 

 look out of a window ; they have forgotten 

 about natural happiness ; they live to ac- 

 cumulate, or to rub elbows with their kind, 

 or to improve the human race after their 

 private ideas. Air and earth are tonics to 

 body, mind, and morals. The man who is 



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