So I would have to begin life over again in a new place.
I gave the matter but little thought. I suppose the old folks,
viewing it all from over there, thought it trifling with fate.
It was not. It was a trumpet challenge to it to come on, all that
could crowd in. Two, we would beat the world.
Before I record the onset that ensued, I must stop to tell of another
fight, one which in my soul I regret, though it makes me laugh even
now. Non-resistance never appealed to me except in the evildoer
who has been knocked down for cause. I suppose it is wicked, but
I promised to tell the truth, and--I always did like Peter for
knocking off the ear of the high priest's servant. If only it had
been the high priest's own ear! And so when the Rev. Mr.--no, I
will not mention names; he was Brother Simmons's successor, that
is what grieves me--when he found fault with the _News_ for being
on sale Sundays, if I remember rightly, and preached about it,
announcing that "never in the most anxious days of the war had
he looked in a newspaper on the Sabbath"; and when ill luck would
have it that on the same Sunday I beheld his Reverence, who was
a choleric man, hotly stoning a neighbor's hen from his garden, I
drew editorial parallels which were not soothing to the reverend
temper.
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