It was a season for buoyant work.
The great maul, firm and heavy still, showed an indentation round its middle, where tens of thousands of impacts against the iron wedges had worn their way, and even the heads of the wedges themselves were rounded outward and downward with an iron fringe where particles of the metal had been forced from place.

The huge hook at the end of the log chain was twisted all awry, though no less firm its grip.

The fence, the implements and all about showed mighty work, something of mind, but more of muscle.
Most perfect of all tonics is physical, out-door labor, particularly in the forest, and it is as well for mind as body.

It eliminates what may be morbid, and is healthful for a conscience.

Why it is that, under most natural conditions which may exist, the conscience is not so nervously acute, is something for the theologians to decide,--they will decide anything,--but the fact remains.