Yes,
he made even another step of progress, for on one occasion he valiantly
routed the unenlightened dog of a neighbour, a "cur of low degree,
"whose ideas of ornithology were as crude as his own had been in the
beginning.
All of which was greatly to his credit, for he found it hard to learn
now; he was no longer young, and before he had seen eight springs
dissolve the snow, he was called to the Land of Happy Hunting, where
the porcupine is not, but where hens abound on every side, and there
is no man near to meddle with his joy.
Yet, when he died, he lived. His memory was kept ever green, for
Skookum Number 2 was there to fill his room, and he gave place to
Skookum 3, and so they keep their line on to this very day.
Quonab Goes Home
The public has a kind of crawlin' common-sense, that is always
right and fair in the end, only it's slow -- Sayings of Si Sylvanne
Twenty years went by. Rolf grew and prospered. He was a man of
substance and of family now; for store and mill were making money
fast, and the little tow-tops came at regular intervals.
And when the years had added ripeness to his thought, and the kind
gods of gold had filled his scrip, it was that his ampler life
began to bloom.
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