These secure, go any length
to oblige a neighbor.
Journeying so, I came from the home of dead kings at last to that
of the living,--old King Christian, beloved of his people,--where
once my children horrified the keeper of Rosenborg Palace by
playing "the Wild Man of Borneo" with the official silver lions in
the great knights' hall. And I saw the old town no more. But in
my dreams I walk its peaceful streets, listen to the whisper of
the reeds in the dry moats about the green castle hill, and hear
my mother call me once more her boy. And I know that I shall find
them, with my lost childhood, when we all reach home at last.
CHAPTER XVI
THE AMERICAN MADE
LONG ago, when I found my work beginning to master me, I put up a
nest of fifty pigeonholes in my office so that with system I might
get the upper hand of it; only to find, as the years passed, that
I had got fifty tyrants for one. The other day I had to call in a
Hessian to help me tame the pigeonholes. He was a serious library
person, and he could not quite make out what it meant when among
such heads as "Slum Tenements," "The Bend," and "Rum's Curse," he
came upon this one over one of the pigeonholes:--
Him all that goodly company
Did as deliverer hail.
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