CHAPTER VI.
THE BACKWOODS PHILOSOPHER.
One reason for Andrew's love of August Wehle was that he was a German.
Far from sharing in the prejudices of his neighbors against foreigners, Andrew had so thorough a contempt for his neighbors, that he liked anybody who did not belong to his own people.

If a Turk had emigrated to Clark township, Andrew would have fallen in love with him, and built a divan for his special accommodation.

But he loved August also for the sake of his gentle temper and his genuine love for books.

And only August or August's mother, upon whom Andrew sometimes called, could exorcise his demon of misanthropy, which he had nursed so long that it was now hard to dismiss it.
Andrew Anderson belonged to a class noticed, I doubt not, by every acute observer of provincial life in this country.

In backwoods and out-of-the-way communities literary culture produces marked eccentricities in the life.