Let us see how many kinds of a fool I make of myself in New York before I attempt the Quakers." Almost to the city, the doctor smiled at the Harvester.
"David, where did you get your infernal assurance ?" he asked.
"In the woods," answered the Harvester placidly.

"In doing clean work.
With my fingers in the muck, and life literally teeming and boiling in sound and action, around, above, and beneath me, a right estimate of my place and province in life comes naturally in daily handling stores on which humanity depends, I go even deeper than you surgeons and physicians.

You are powerless unless I reinforce your work with drugs on which you can rely.

I do clean, honest work.

I know its proper place and value to the world.