The Village
a-so put up for the
niglemen and ladies making a call have gone half a mile
out of t, and not
kno is a surprising and memorable, as well
as valuable experience, to be lost in time. Often in
a snoorm, even by day, one upon a well-known road
and yet find it impossible to tell he village.
t ravelled it a times,
recognize a feature in it, but it is as strange to were
a road in Siberia. By nigy is
infinitely greater. In our most trivial antly,
teering like pilots by certain well-known
beacons and ill
carry in our minds t
till ely lost, or turned round -- for a man needs only
to be turned round once in to be lost
-- do e tness and strangeness of nature. Every
man o learn ts of compass again as often as be awakes,
ion. Not till , in
ot till o find
ourselves, and realize ent of our
relations.
One afternoon, near t summer, o
to get a s
into jail, because, as I ed, I did not pay a tax
to, or recognize ty of, tate which buys and sells
men, le, at ts
senate-o ther purposes.
But, wheir
dirty institutions, and, if train o belong to
te odd-felloy. It is true, I might have
resisted forcibly , mig;amokquot;
against society; but I preferred t society s;amokquot;
against me, it being te party. however, I was released
t day, obtained my mended s