"Quad's odds"; . is a sad thing to look upon the first house erected inMichigan, isnt it? I queried. The man with red hair looked up and grinned, and ashe rubbed away at the mud-stained spokes, he replied: Want to buy a dog, stranger ? A dog, sir ? Man, have you no soul—no heart-strings ! I am plunged in sadness as I look upon these old logs. I think I hear a funeral bell tolling the death of the past! Its one of those blasted locomotives down at the bend ! he replied, raising his head to listen. Hark! Doesnt the breeze rustling the tender limbsof the beeches seem to sing sad requiems oer the
"Quad's odds"; . is a sad thing to look upon the first house erected inMichigan, isnt it? I queried. The man with red hair looked up and grinned, and ashe rubbed away at the mud-stained spokes, he replied: Want to buy a dog, stranger ? A dog, sir ? Man, have you no soul—no heart-strings ! I am plunged in sadness as I look upon these old logs. I think I hear a funeral bell tolling the death of the past! Its one of those blasted locomotives down at the bend ! he replied, raising his head to listen. Hark! Doesnt the breeze rustling the tender limbsof the beeches seem to sing sad requiems oer the deadpast? Sounds to me like a feller whistling, over there by theslaughter-house ! replied the unfeeling wretch. I went back to the house and weptanew. Who built that house ? Was hisname Smith or Robinson or Brown ?Was there any living witness of hispioneer hardships and privations ? The red-headed man came over andinquired : So, you wouldnt like to buy a dog? Murderer ! I shouted, how dare you come within this. STILL ON THE BASE. 193 circle of memorys influence and basely ask me to purchaseyour dog! I can recommend him for coon! he quietly there! man—gaze on those venerated logs! Isaid, as I caught his arm. Is it possible that you canstand here and think of dogs and one-horse wagons andpostal currency when I am trembling with emotion causedby the recollections of the silent, speechless dead who camehere and hewed out the whispering wilderness and erectedthat cabin? Do you have these spells often ? he inquired in aharsh, cruel tone. I pointed to his one-horse wagon, but he wouldnt wept some more. Havent any navy plug about you?he inquired, as I looked through my tearsat the precious logs. Wretch! go away—go hence and afar!If your heart cannot throb and your soulyearn, go away and let me feel myfeelings! Ill be hanged if I do ! he replied as he sat down. Ibelieve Id better keep an eye on you! I walked around that sacred house, and that monster satthere an
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