HENRY THOREAU
house on berries and meal and beans, happy as the gods on Olympus, and like them, in the clouds and among the thunders.
He always came, after an expedition afar, to tell his adventures and wonders, and all his speech was simple and clean and high. Yet he was associated with humble offices also, for, like the friendly Troll in the tale, he deftly came to the rescue when any lock or hinge or stove needed the hand of a master.
I saw this man ever gravely and simply courteous, quietly and effectively helpful, sincere, always spoken of with affection and respect by my parents and other near friends;—knew him strongly but not noisily interested on the side of Freedom in the great struggle that then stirred the country.
When the red morning began to dawn in Kansas and at Harper's Ferry, I saw
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