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Show liJncle Walt He Poet Philosopher - ) ' i i i 1 1 EWOOUaVAOEMIKT. I used to work for Mr. Kno. a. farmer ' who had lota of rncke. I loft my couch at break of day and tolled until the dusk waa (ray. And who tho evening ntoal waa e'er I had to no chore arter chore: I had ta feed a million sows, and milk about a million rows. And never onto dM r Mr. Knox remark to m: "Wall dona, old sos!" H never cheered my dismal dava by handing out a word of praiee. What wrmdr. then, that In my Ire. I aat hi souse and barn on flr. and awlped a Wagon load of atrnw and carriad oft hit mother'-lawf I want, to work for Mr.. Daana. and plowed h la corn and hoed hla bean, and when I rame In, from mv toll, all plastered o'er with awaat and aoll. he alwaya had aome kindly word; ha railed me a looloo. peach and bird. And ao my labor waa delight, and thouah fagged out . and worn at nlahr, I tropped blithely out nf doora and gaily did a million chores. If all employers only knew how much word of pralae will do. the aullen workmen work-men (hat we aea would da their little tunta with glee. - - . - ' Copyright. ltl. by George Msttbew |