'Tis the fashion for parsons, an' for some people outside
of the pulpit, to jump to conclusions, an' the one they've jumped the
farthest to get at, is that things are all as they ought to be. If you
ain't possessed of the gift of logic it takes with you, but if you are
possessed of it, it don't. Now, I tell you that if a farmer was to try
to run his farm on the wasteful scale on which this world is conducted,
thar wouldn't be one among us as would trust him with next season's
crops. 'Tis sech a terrible waste that it makes a frugal mind sick to
see it."
"Let's be thankful that it isn't any worse. He might have made it so,"
replied Reuben, shocked by his neighbour's irreverence, yet too modest
to dispute it with authority.
"Now, if that's logic I don't know what logic is, though I was born with
the gift of it," retorted old Adam. "When twenty seeds rot in the ground
an' one happens up, thar're some folks as would praise the Lord for
the one and say nothin' about the twenty. These same folks are forever
drawin' picturs of wild things hoppin' an' skippin' in the woods, as if
they ever had time to hop an' skip when they're obleeged to keep one
eye on the fox an' the hawk an' t'other on the gun of the hunter.
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