That will be rather an interesting experiment, will it not ?" I fell in with his whim, and the next day we made the rounds agreed upon.
What a curious thing it was! How men of various creeds felt confident and repeated the old platitudes, and would be anything but logical! How one or two were honest, and said they could not answer.
And how absurd, we said at night, the keeping of men to tell us what can no more be learned in a theological school than in a blacksmith shop, and in neither place as well as in the woods or on the sea! Yet there was no scoffing in it.

We were neither irreligious.
To this young man building the fence there came a resisting mood, and he was puzzled still, but slept more pleasantly again upon his clover-mow.

He was groping, but less despondent, that was all.

It seemed all strange to him, for the old farm life had become largely a memory, and it was but yesterday that he was in college, one of a thousand, full of all energy and lightsomeness, and here he was alone in the wood as in a monastery, and all else was somehow like a dream.
Only the oxen and the logs and the ax and the maul and the growing fence were real by day.

But, in the evening, there was Jenny Bierce, and she was very real, as well as charming.
Ho wondered if she cared for him.