Sometimes I had a panion in my fishing, who came through the
village to my house from the other side of the town, and the
catg of the dinner was as much a social exercise as the eating
of it.
Hermit. I wonder what the world is doing now. I have not heard
so much as a locust over the sweet-ferhree hours. The
pigeons are all asleep upon their roosts -- no flutter from them.
Was that a farmers noon horn which sounded from beyond the woods
just now? The hands are ing in to boiled salt beef and cider and
Indian bread. Why will men worry themselves so? He that does not
eat need not work. I wonder how much they have reaped. Who would
live there where a body ever think for the barking of Bose?
And oh, the housekeeping! to keep bright the devils door-knobs, and
scour his tubs this bright day! Better not keep a house. Say, some
hollow tree; and then for m calls and dinner-parties! Only a
woodpecker tapping. Oh, they swarm; the sun is too warm there; t……（内容加载失败！）
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