peacefully assigned no less than sixteen English counties. And when a
Dane was called somebody's son, it is a sign that he was the son of a
somebody."

"By gosh! I never heard that before."

"If I thought you had I should not have said it."

"Now I have told you my name, what is yours?"

"A wise man asks questions and a fool answers them. Suppose for a
moment that I am not a fool."

Farmer Saunderson scratched his head, and looked more puzzled than
became the descendant of a Dane settled by King Alfred in the north of
England.

"Dash it," said he at last, "but I think you are Yorkshire too."

"Man, who is the most conceited of all animals, says that he alone has
the prerogative of thought, and condemns the other animals to the
meaner mechanical operation which he calls instinct. But as instincts
are unerring and thoughts generally go wrong, man has not much to
boast of according to his own definition. When you say you think, and
take it for granted, that I am Yorkshire, you err. I am not
Yorkshire. Confining yourself to instinct, can you divine when we
shall sup? The cows you are about to visit divine to a moment when
they shall be fed."

Said the farmer, recovering his sense of superiority to the guest whom