And next winter, when my house is built down there, I want you to come and see me and see that country.

I'll show you one of the most remarkable farmers' clubs you ever saw and many other interesting things as well--many, very many.

I'm getting into this farm business in dead earnest.
That's the dickens of it: how can I do my share in our partnership to run the universe if I give my time to cotton-growing problems?
It's a tangled world.
Well, bless your soul! You and the younger Wallaces (my regards to every one of them) and Poe[9]--you are all very kind to think of me for that difficult place--too difficult by far, for me.

Besides, it would have cost me my life.

If I were to go into public life, I should have had to sell my whole interest here.