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Chapter XXXVIII

           Isawaneatlittleoldwoman,withcheekslikeapples,toilingawayfrommorningtonight,throughthelongyears,tokeepherhousetrimandspruce.Hisfatherwasaspareoldman,hishandsgnarledaftertheworkofalifetime,silentandupright;intheeveninghereadthepaperaloud,whilehiswifeanddaughter(nowmarriedtothecaptainofafishingsmack),unwillingtoloseamoment,bentovertheirsewing.Nothingeverhappenedinthatlittletown,leftbehindbytheadvanceofcivilisation,andoneyearfollowedthenexttilldeathcame,likeafriend,togiveresttothosewhohadlabouredsodiligently.

           "Myfatherwishedmetobecomeacarpenterlikehimself.Forfivegenerationswe’vecarriedonthesametrade,fromfathertoson.Perhapsthatisthewisdomoflife,totreadinyourfather’ssteps,andlookneithertotherightnortotheleft.WhenIwasalittleboyIsaidIwouldmarrythedaughteroftheharness-makerwholivednextdoor.Shewasalittlegirlwithblueeyesandaflaxenpigtail.Shewouldhavekeptmyhouselikeanewpin,andIshouldhavehadasontocarryonthebusinessafterme."

           Stroevesighedalittleandwassilent.Histhoughtsdweltamongpicturesofwhatmighthavebeen,andthesafetyofthelifehehadrefusedfilledhimwithlonging.

           "Theworldishardandcruel.Weareherenoneknowswhy,andwegononeknowswhither.Wemustbeveryhumble.Wemustseethebeautyofquietness.WemustgothroughlifesoinconspicuouslythatFatedoesnotnoticeus.Andletusseektheloveofsimple,ignorantpeople.Theirignoranceisbetterthanallourknowledge.

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