And if he don't walk off, then the great question comes in, How
will he get there? And he feels lots of times that he must stand
up so's to bring his head up above the mullien and burdock stalks,
amongst which he is a settin', and get a wider view-a broader
horizeon. And he feels lots of time, that he must get there.

This is a sort of a curius world, and it makes me feel curius a
good deal of the time as we go through it. But we have to make
allowances for it, for the old world is on a tramp, too. It can't
seem to stop a minute to oil up its old axeltrys -- it moves on,
and takes us with it. It seems to be in a hurry.

Everything seems to be in a hurry here below. And some say Heaven
is a place of continual sailin' round and goin' up and up all the
time. But while risin' up and soarin' is a sweet thought to me,
still sometimes I love to think that Heaven is a place where I can
set down, and set for some time.

I told Josiah so (waked him up, for he wuz asleep), and he said he
sot more store on the golden streets, and the wavin' palms, and
the procession of angels. (And then he went to sleep agin.)

But I don't feel so. I'd love, as I say, to jest set down for
quite a spell, and set there, to be kinder settled down and to
home with them whose presence makes a home anywhere. I wouldn't
give a cent to sail round unless I wuz made to know it wuz my duty
to sail. Josiah wants to.

But, as I say, everybody is in a hurry. Husbands can't hardly
find time to keep up a acquaintance with their wives. Fathers