Kind o' out o' tune with everybody I know.

Alwus quarrelled with my own folks, an' now I ain't got any home.

Someday I'm goin' t' die in the poorhouse er on the ground under these woods.

But I tell ye'-- here he spoke in a voice that grew loud with feeling--'mebbe I've been lazy, as they say, but I've got more out o' my life than any o' these fools.

And someday God'll honour me far above them.