AND THE WILDERNESS BLOSSOMED 



them back until he had finished a series of games 

 of croquet, and he paid no attention to them, as 

 he saw them prepare to drive back by the road, 

 though this meant a loss of several dollars to his 

 boat. The reverse of this picture is that of a 

 good old farmer who on his death-bed sent for 

 his sons to come that he might bid them good- 

 by, and, after having pressed the hand of each, 

 he sank back wearily on his pillow, murmuring 

 feebly, " Boys, when I 'm gone, you 'd better get 

 in that hay ; I reckon it 's goin' to rain." 



Some of the women are tremendous workers 

 and need restraint rather than urging, while 

 others, unless you tell them of each particular 

 thing you wish done, will sit for hours in a rock- 

 ing-chair. If they would read or write or go to 

 bed, I would not mind it, but this everlasting 

 rocking drives me wild. 



I know of a storekeeper in northern New 

 York who, when asked for " turkey-red," replied, 

 " I did keep it, but every one got askin' for it, 

 and I was always a-gittin' up to take it down 

 ofF'n the shelves, so I quit keeping it." Not so 

 in Insley. Go to the general store and ask for a 

 brass bedstead, a steam whistle, a side-saddle, and 

 half a dozen lobsters, and the telephone, telegraph, 



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