your arm gets tired, and wabbles, and the ball settles
a little while it's a travellin', accordin' to a law of
natur, called Franklin's law; and I obsarve you always
hit below the mark. Now, make allowances for these things
in gunnin', and "aim high," for your life, always. And,
Sam,' sais he, 'I've seed a great deal of the world, all
mili_tary_ men do. 'I was to Bunker's Hill durin' the
engagement, and I saw Washington the day he was made
President, and in course must know more nor most men of
my age; and I'll give you another bit of advice, "Aim
high" in life, and if you don't hit the bull's eye, you'll
hit the "fust circles," and that ain't a bad shot nother.'

"'Father,' sais I, 'I guess I've seed more of the world
than you have, arter all.'

"'How so, Sam?' sais he.

"'Why,' sais I, 'father, you've only been to Bunker's
Hill, and that's nothin'; no part of it ain't too steep
to plough; it's only a sizeable hillock, arter all. But
I've been to the Notch on the White Mountain, so high
up, that the snow don't melt there, and seed five States
all to once, and half way over to England, and then I've
seed Jim Crow dance. So there now?' He jist up with the
flat of his hand, and gave me a wipe with it on the side
of my face, that knocked me over; and as I fell, he lent
me a kick on my musn't-mention-it, that sent me a rod or
so afore I took ground on all fours.