It is a trial and a chastening, that's what it is, the gall of bitterness and the bond of iniquity.

We're bad from the beginning, like a stream that runs from a tamarack swamp, and we've enough to do to get ourselves to rights without any fool's talk about pleasure." "It seems to me to be all mixed up," said Amos.

"like the fat and the lean in a bag of pemmican.

Look at that sun just pushing its edge over the trees, and see the pink flush on the clouds and the river like a rosy ribbon behind us.

It's mighty pretty to our eyes, and very pleasing to us, and it wouldn't be so to my mind if the Creator hadn't wanted it to be.