Page 100 (1/2)

Now as I went, pondering on true happiness, and the nature of it,

I beheld a hed,

he whistled lustily And drawing near to the field, I sat down

upon a gate and watched, for there are few sights and sounds I ahing

whisper it rant loanified by the

ages--ay--old, well nigh, as the green earth itself; no h"

And indeed a fine sight it h,

brown furrows, and, away and beyond, the tender green of leaves;

while the jingle of the harness, the clear, h above our heads, all

blended into a chorus it was good to hear

As he cah ood-hu!" said I

"So it be, sir, now you come to mention it, it do be a fine day

surely"

"You, at least see

"Yes," said I

"Well, I bean't"

"And why not?" The Ploughlance froain

"I dunno," he answered, "but I bean't"