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sits as many risks as lie runs. Finally, there were the 
self-styled reformers, the greatest bores of all, who 
thought that I was forever singing, —• 
This is the house that I built; 
This is the man that lives in the house that I built; 
but they did not know that the third line was, — 
These are the folks that worry the man 
That lives in the house that I built. 
I did not fear the hen-harriers, for I kept no chickens; 
but I feared the men-harriers rather. 
I had more cheering visitors than the last. Children 
come a-berrying, railroad men taking a Sunday morning 
walk in clean shirts, fishermen and hunters, poets and 
philosophers, in short, all honest pilgrims, who came 
out to the woods for freedom’s sake, and really left the 
village behind, I was ready to greet with, — “ Wel¬ 
come, Englishmen! welcome, Englishmen! ” for I had 
had communication with that race. 
