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"They ain't a goin' to do no sich of a thing, an' you know it. Miz
Mayfield, did you ever see sich carryin's-on?"
"I have never experienced a more delightful drive, Mrs. Starbuck. We
read of the beautiful past, and it seems to me that to-day I have been
permitted to live a hundred years ago. A hundred! Five hundred, and
should not be surprised to see a troop of knights come galloping down
the glen, with armor flashing and with poetic war-cries on their lips.
Were you thinking of that, Mr. Reverend?"
"No, ma'm. I was thinking of the men, clothed in skins and with
shepherd's crooks in their hands, carrying the gospel to the barbarians
of old."
"And I was thinking," said Tom, "of old Daniel Boone, with his
flint-lock rifle, going to Kentucky. And what were your thoughts, Miss
Lou?"
"I wasn't thinkin'--I was just a livin', that's all. Sometimes what a
blessin' it is jest to breathe. I reckon we are the happiest when we
don't have to think, when we jest set still and let things drift along
like the leaf that's a floatin' down the river.
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