He would put a lame man's pack on top of his own and carry it.

He loved flowers like a woman.

He loved to look at the stars at night and the colors of the sunset and the morning dew on the meadows.

I never saw a man so much in love with fun and beauty." * * * * * They reached Havana that evening and sold their canoe to a man who kept boats to rent on the river shore.

They ate a hot supper at the tavern and got a ride with a farmer who was going ten miles in their direction.