Walk a bit with me." So we walked side by side, talking quietly and when at last I shook his hand I said: "Ben, don't you ever be afraid of acting up to the very best thoughts you have in your heart." He said nothing for a moment, and then: "Gee! I'm sorry you're goin' away!" "Gee!" I responded, "I'm sorry, too!" With that we both laughed, but when I reached the top of the hill, and looked back, I saw him still standing there bare-footed in the road looking after me.

I waved my hand and he waved his: and I saw him no more.
No country, after all, produces any better crop than its inhabitants.
And as I travelled onward I liked to think of these brave, temperate, industrious, God-friendly American people.

I have no fear of the country while so many of them are still to be found upon the farms and in the towns of this land.
So I tramped onward full of cheerfulness.

The rain had ceased, but all the world was moist and very green and still.

I walked for more than two hours with the greatest pleasure.