'Ye'd oughter be mighty
happy an' ye will, too - their am'no doubt uv it - not a bit. Trouble
with most young folks is they wan'if fly tew high, these days. If
they'd only fly clus enough t'the ground so the could alwuss touch
one foot, they'd be all right. Glad ye ain't thet kind.
We were off early on the boat - as fine a summer morning as ever
dawned. What with the grandeur of the scenery and the sublimity
of our happiness it was a delightful journey we had that day. I felt
the peace and beauty of the fields, the majesty of the mirrored
cliffs and mountains, but the fair face of her I loved was enough
for me. Most of the day Uncle Eb sat near us and I remember a
woman evangelist came and took a seat beside him, awhile,
talking volubly of the scene.
'My friend,' said she presently, 'are you a Christian?
''Fore I answer I'll hex if tell ye a story,' said Uncle Eb. 'I
recollec' a man by the name o' Ranney over 'n Vermont - he was a
pious man. Got into an argyment an' a feller slapped him in the face.
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