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the Indians ever troubled themselves to go after it.

Thus I could avoid all trade and barter, so far as my food was
concerned, and having a shelter already, it would only remain to get
clothing and fuel. The pantaloons which I now wear were woven in a
farmer’s family-thank Heaven there is so much virtue still in man;
for I think the fall from the farmer to the operative as great and
memorable as that from the man to the farmer;- and in a new
country, fuel is an encumbrance. As for a habitat, if I were not
permitted still to squat, I might purchase one acre at the same price
for which the land I cultivated was sold-namely, eight dollars and
eight cents. But as it was, I considered that I enhanced the value of
the land by squatting on it.

There is a certain class of unbelievers who sometimes ask me such
questions as, if I think that I can live on vegetable food alone; and to
strike at the root of the matter at once-for the root is faith-I am
accustomed to answer such, that I can live on board nails. If they
cannot understand that, they cannot understand much that I have to
say. For my part, I am glad to hear of experiments of this kind being
tried; as that a young man tried for a fortnight to live on hard, raw
corn on the ear, using his teeth for all mortar. The squirrel tribe tried
the same and succeeded. The human race is interested in these
experiments, though a few old women who are incapacitated for
them, or who own their thirds in mills, may be alarmed.

My furniture, part of which I made myself-and the rest cost me
nothing of which I have not rendered an account-consisted of a bed,
a table, a desk, three chairs, a looking-glass three inches in diameter,
a pair of tongs and andirons, a kettle, a skillet, and a frying-pan, a
dipper, a wash-bowl, two knives and forks, three plates, one cup, one
spoon, a jug for oil, a jug for molasses, and a japanned lamp. None is
so poor that he need sit on a pumpkin. That is shiftlessness. There is
a plenty of such chairs as I like best in the village garrets to be had
for taking them away. Furniture! Thank God, I can sit and I can
stand without the aid of a furniture warehouse. What man but a
philosopher would not be ashamed to see his furniture packed in a
cart and going up country exposed to the light of heaven and the
eyes of men, a beggarly account of empty boxes? That is
Spaulding’s furniture. I could never tell from inspecting such a load
whether it belonged to a socalled rich man or a poor one; the owner
always seemed poverty-stricken. Indeed, the more you have of such
things the poorer you are. Each load looks as if it contained the
contents of a dozen shanties; and if one shanty is poor, this is a
dozen times as poor. Pray, for what do we move ever but to get rid
of our furniture, our exuviae; at last to go from this world to another
newly furnished, and leave this to be burned? It is the same as if all
these traps were buckled to a man’s belt, and he could not move over
the rough country where our lines are cast without dragging them-
dragging his trap. He was a lucky fox that left his tail in the trap. The
muskrat will gnaw his third leg off to be free. No wonder man has
lost his elasticity. How often he is at a dead set! "Sir, if I may be so
bold, what do you mean by a dead set?" If you are a seer, whenever
you meet a man you will see all that he owns, ay, and much that he
pretends to disown, behind him, even to his kitchen furniture and all
the trumpery which he saves and will not burn, and he will appear to
be harnessed to it and making what headway he can. I think that the
man is at a dead set who has got through a knot-hole or gateway
where his sledge load of furniture cannot follow him. I cannot but
feel compassion when I hear some trig, compact-looking man,
seemingly free, all girded and ready, speak of his "furniture," as
whether it is insured or not. "But what shall I do with my
furniture?"- My gay butterfly is entangled in a spider’s web then.
Even those who seem for a long while not to have any, if you inquire
more narrowly you will find have some stored in somebody’s barn. I
look upon England today as an old gentleman who is travelling with
a great deal of baggage, trumpery which has accumulated from long
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