And it's no bad country now for calmness and solitude, I can tell you--though there's no money in that, of course.

No money, but a man wants rest, a man wants peace--a man don't want to rip and tear around all the time.

And here we go, now, just as straight as a string for Hallelujah--it's a beautiful angle -- handsome up grade all the way -- and then away you go to Corruptionville, the gaudiest country for early carrots and cauliflowers that ever--good missionary field, too.

There ain't such another missionary field outside the jungles of Central Africa.

And patriotic ?--why they named it after Congress itself.