"I've wanted fire when I was cold, and venison when I was hungry, and liquor when I was in company, and money when I was gaming, and a woman when the moon was shining and I wished to talk,--but I have never wanted to go to school.
A schollard sees a wall every time he raises his head.

I like the open." "There are walls in the forest," answered the boy, "and I do not want to be a tobacco-roller! I want to study law!" The hunter laughed.

"Ho! A lawyer among the Rands! I reckon you take after your mother's folk!" The boy looked at him wistfully.

"I reckon I do," he assented.

"But my name is Rand." "There are worse folk than the Rands," said the woodsman.