Sometimes I had a companion in my fishing, who came through the

village to my house from the other side of the town, and the

catching 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-fern these three 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 coming 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

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