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building his hut, or cooking his food, or warming his body, 
he has a hundredfold as much as he can use at his very 
doors. 
I said to myself, What can be the matter with this man ? 
His wants are as few as the wants of man can be, and his 
resources are many and almost boundless. Why is it that 
he does not prosper? In the midst of pastures so rich 
that herds of very fine cattle are brought here from other 
districts to graze, why should his cows yield no milk ? 
With fields watered by running streams and a fertile soil, 
why should his crops be always like the seven bad ears in 
Pharaoh’s dream ? With the riches of nature so bountifully 
scattered about him, why should he be always poor ? 
What has been his bane ? Something suggested, ! koomree . 
To say that he has lived from time immemorial by koomree , 
what is it but to say that he has lived from time im- 
memorial with no necessity for strenuous toil, or wise 
forethought, or anxious care ? And the natural result is 
this poor creature Yelleep. If this be so, then his posterity 
may bless the day when a kind Government cut short the 
practice which he so cherishes, as the surgeon amputates 
a mortifying limb. 
I did not address this argument to old Yelleep, because 
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