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He don't go where lie won't be comfortable, if he can 

 help it, and he's always to be found in the place he's 

 fitted by nater for. 



" Now, Squire, it ain't so with man. He's an on- 

 easy, discontented, restless creater, always pushin' 

 ahead, reachin' after something beyond him. If he's 

 got one loaf, he wants two, even though the first can't 

 be but half eaten, and the second gets mouldy while 

 he's bakin the third. If he's got one farm, he's strug- 

 glin' to get another, while the fruits of the first is 

 being eaten up by the rats in his granary. The richer 

 he gets, the richer he wants to be ; and he goes on 

 hoardin' and workin', till he wears himself out in 

 gatherin wealth, that won't take one ache from his 

 bones, nor stop the coming of old age, nor keep him 

 an hour from the grave. He can't eat it, nor wear it, nor 

 take it with him when he dies. I'm a poor man, Squire, 

 but when I start on the trail that begins on the other 

 side of the grave, I shall take as much of the treasures 

 that people toil so hard for with me, as the richest 

 man in the world. One man is always tryin' to search 

 out wisdom, and to get a greater amount of larnin' 

 than all the world besides. This, may be, ain't so 

 foolish, if he don't neglect his body, or by over- 



