My Boyhood and Touth 



hogs, etc. None of our fellow mortals is safe 

 who eats what we eat, who in any way inter- 

 feres with our pleasures, or who may be used 

 for work or food, clothing or ornament, or mere 

 cruel, sportish amusement. Fortunately many 

 are too small to be seen, and therefore enjoy 

 life beyond our reach. And in looking through 

 God's great stone books made up of records 

 reaching back millions and millions of years, 

 it is a great comfort to learn that vast multi- 

 tudes of creatures, great and small and infinite 

 in number, lived and had a good time in God's 

 love before man was created. 



The old Scotch fashion of whipping for every 

 act of disobedience or of simple, playful forget- 

 fulness was still kept up in the wilderness, and 

 of course many of those whippings fell upon me. 

 Most of them were outrageously severe, and 

 utterly barren of fun. But here is one that was 

 nearly all fun. 



Father was busy hauling lumber for the frame 

 house that was to be got ready for the arrival 

 of my mother, sisters, and brother, left behind 

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