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me ; and the last three or four nights we stayed in the 

 woods, I didn't close an eye till I saw he was fast 

 asleep. He could out4alk me, and outreason me ; 

 but he didn't shake my faith. I mind one day he was 

 sittin' on the bank of a little stream that came laffin 

 along down from the hills, and he was tellin' how 

 everything came by chance, and I asked him what 

 made that little stream run down into the valley, and 

 he said, it's gravity. Well, we passed along, and 

 came to another small stream, and I put him the same 

 question as to that, and he made the same answer^ 

 ' Well, Squire,' said I, * ain't there some place in the 

 world where the streams run up hill ?' ' No,' said he, 

 * it's a law of nater, all over the world, that water shall 

 always run down hill.' We came, after a little, to a great 

 oak tree ; I looked around, and after a good while I 

 found an acorn that had sprouted up in the spring, and 

 had sent out a little tree twice as long as my finger. 

 'Now,' said I, 'Squire, did that great oak always 

 stand there ?' l No,' said he, ' it grew up from an 

 acorn.' 'What,' said I, 'was that oak ever a little 

 thing, like this I hold in my hand?' and I showed 

 him the acorn, and the sprout I had found. ' Exactly/ 

 he replied. ' Well,' said I, ' do all great oaks spring 



