The Village
urned to the woods in
season to get my dinner of huckleberries on Fair haven hill. I was
never molested by any person but ted tate. I
but for t even
a nail to put over my latcened my door
nigo be absent several days; not even when
t fall I spent a fortnig my
ed t had been surrounded by a file of
soldiers. tired rambler could rest and warm himself by my fire,
terary amuse able, or the
curious, by opening my closet door, see of my dinner,
and I , though many people of
every class came to the pond, I suffered no serious
inconvenience from t
one small book, a volume of homer, which perhaps was improperly
gilded, and trust a soldier of our camp his
time. I am convinced, t if all men o live as simply as I
take place
only in communities
w enoug
properly distributed.
quot;Nec bella fuerunt,
Faginus astabat dum scype dapes.quot;
quot;Nor ,
.quot;
quot;You w need o employ
puniss? Love virtue, and tuous. the
virtues of a superior man are like tues of a common
man are like t,
bends.quot;