wild-lookin' lot right back of one of the biggest tarvens in
Saratoga. It is jest as wild lookin' and appeerin' a field as
there is in the outskirts of Loontown or Jonesville. Why Uncle
Grant Hozzleton's stunny pasture don't look no more sort a broke
up and rural than that duz. I wondered some why they had it
there, and then I thought mebby they kep' it to remember Nater
by, old Nater herself, that runs a pretty small chance to be
thought on in sech a place as this.

You know there is so much orniment and gildin' and art in the
landscape and folks, that mebby they might forget the great
mother of us all, that is, right in the thickest of the crowd
they might, but they have only to take these few steps and they
will see Ma Nater with her every-day dress on, not fixed up a
mite. And I s'pose she looks good to 'em.

I myself think that Mother Nater might smooth herself out a
little there with no hurt to herself or her children. I don't
believe in Mas goin' round with their dresses onhooked, and
slip-shod, and their hair all stragglin' out of their combs. (I
say this in metafor. I don't spose Ma Nater ever wore a back
comb or had hooks and eyes on her gown; I say it for oritory, and
would wish to be took in a oritorius way.

And I don't say right out, that the reeson I have named is the
one why they keep that place a lookin' so like furey, I said,
MEBBY. But I will say this, that it is a wild-lookin' spot, and
hombly.

Wall, on the upper end on't, standin' up on the top of a sort of