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- data/VERSION +1 -1
- data/baron.gemspec +32 -23
- data/lib/baron.rb +15 -13
- data/spec/baron_article_spec.rb +1 -1
- data/spec/baron_blog_engine_spec.rb +22 -20
- data/spec/baron_spec.rb +10 -22
- data/spec/sample_data/.gitignore +5 -0
- data/spec/sample_data/Gemfile +1 -1
- data/spec/sample_data/README.md +243 -0
- data/spec/sample_data/Rakefile +1 -1
- data/spec/sample_data/articles/favorites/1916-01-01-the-road-not-taken.txt +26 -0
- data/spec/sample_data/articles/north of boston/1914-01-01-the-pasture.txt +10 -0
- data/spec/sample_data/articles/north of boston/1914-01-02-mending-wall.txt +48 -0
- data/spec/sample_data/articles/north of boston/1914-01-03-the-death-of-the-hired-man.txt +211 -0
- data/spec/sample_data/articles/north of boston/1914-01-04-the-mountain.txt +121 -0
- data/spec/sample_data/articles/north of boston/1914-01-05-A-Hundred-callers.txt +196 -0
- data/spec/sample_data/articles/poems/1909-01-02-If.txt b/data/spec/sample_data/articles/other → authors/1909-01-02-If.txt +0 -0
- data/spec/sample_data/config.ru +63 -29
- data/spec/sample_data/images/robert-frost-small.png +0 -0
- data/spec/sample_data/images/robert-frost.png +0 -0
- data/spec/sample_data/pages/about.rhtml +9 -14
- data/spec/sample_data/resources/redirects.txt +1 -29
- data/spec/sample_data/resources/robots.txt +4 -1
- data/spec/sample_data/themes/typography/css/app.css +58 -0
- data/spec/sample_data/themes/{test → typography}/css/bootstrap-responsive.css +0 -0
- data/spec/sample_data/themes/{test → typography}/css/bootstrap-responsive.min.css +0 -0
- data/spec/sample_data/themes/{test → typography}/css/bootstrap.css +0 -0
- data/spec/sample_data/themes/{test → typography}/css/bootstrap.min.css +0 -0
- data/spec/sample_data/themes/typography/img/github.png +0 -0
- data/spec/sample_data/themes/{test → typography}/img/glyphicons-halflings-white.png +0 -0
- data/spec/sample_data/themes/{test → typography}/img/glyphicons-halflings.png +0 -0
- data/spec/sample_data/{images → themes/typography/img}/instagram.png +0 -0
- data/spec/sample_data/themes/typography/js/bootstrap.js +2159 -0
- data/spec/sample_data/themes/typography/js/bootstrap.min.js +6 -0
- data/spec/sample_data/themes/typography/js/image_alt.js +12 -0
- data/spec/sample_data/themes/typography/js/read_later.js +14 -0
- data/spec/sample_data/themes/typography/templates/archives.rhtml +18 -0
- data/spec/sample_data/themes/typography/templates/article.rhtml +14 -0
- data/spec/sample_data/themes/typography/templates/category.rhtml +17 -0
- data/spec/sample_data/themes/typography/templates/error.rhtml +3 -0
- data/spec/sample_data/themes/typography/templates/home.rhtml +28 -0
- data/spec/sample_data/themes/typography/templates/layout.rhtml +141 -0
- data/spec/spec_helper.rb +1 -1
- metadata +32 -23
- data/spec/sample_data/articles/2012-11-09-sample-post.txt +0 -11
- data/spec/sample_data/articles/poems/1916-01-01-the-road-not-taken.txt +0 -26
- data/spec/sample_data/images/import-csv-file-1.png +0 -0
- data/spec/sample_data/images/import-csv-file-2.png +0 -0
- data/spec/sample_data/images/import-csv-file-3.png +0 -0
- data/spec/sample_data/themes/test/css/app.css +0 -27
- data/spec/sample_data/themes/test/img/instagram.png +0 -0
- data/spec/sample_data/themes/test/templates/archives.rhtml +0 -14
- data/spec/sample_data/themes/test/templates/article.rhtml +0 -14
- data/spec/sample_data/themes/test/templates/category.rhtml +0 -15
- data/spec/sample_data/themes/test/templates/error.rhtml +0 -11
- data/spec/sample_data/themes/test/templates/home.rhtml +0 -26
- data/spec/sample_data/themes/test/templates/layout.rhtml +0 -90
data/spec/sample_data/Rakefile
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title: The Road Not Taken
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author: Robert Frost
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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,<br/>
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And sorry I could not travel both<br/>
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And be one traveler, long I stood<br/>
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And looked down one as far as I could<br/>
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To where it bent in the undergrowth;
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Then took the other, as just as fair,<br/>
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And having perhaps the better claim,<br/>
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Because it was grassy and wanted wear;<br/>
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Though as for that the passing there<br/>
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Had worn them really about the same,
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And both that morning equally lay<br/>
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In leaves no step had trodden black.<br/>
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Oh, I kept the first for another day!<br/>
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Yet knowing how way leads on to way,<br/>
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I doubted if I should ever come back.
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I shall be telling this with a sigh<br/>
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Somewhere ages and ages hence:<br/>
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Two roads diverged in a wood, and I –<br/>
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I took the one less traveled by,<br/>
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And that has made all the difference.
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Title: The Pasture
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I'm going out to clean the pasture spring;<br/>
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I'll only stop to rake the leaves away<br/>
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I sha'n't be gone long.—You come too.<br/>
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I'm going out to fetch the little calf<br/>
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That's standing by the mother. It's so young,<br/>
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It totters when she licks it with her tongue.<br/>
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I sha'n't be gone long.—You come too.
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title: Mending Wall
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Something there is that doesn't love a wall,<br/>
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That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,<br/>
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And spills the upper boulders in the sun;<br/>
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And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.<br/>
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The work of hunters is another thing:<br/>
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I have come after them and made repair<br/>
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Where they have left not one stone on a stone,<br/>
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But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,<br/>
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To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,<br/>
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No one has seen them made or heard them made,<br/>
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But at spring mending-time we find them there.<br/>
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I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;<br/>
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And on a day we meet to walk the line<br/>
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And set the wall between us once again.<br/>
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We keep the wall between us as we go.<br/>
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To each the boulders that have fallen to each.<br/>
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And some are loaves and some so nearly balls<br/>
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We have to use a spell to make them balance:<br/>
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'Stay where you are until our backs are turned!'<br/>
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We wear our fingers rough with handling them.<br/>
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Oh, just another kind of outdoor game,<br/>
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One on a side. It comes to little more:<br/>
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There where it is we do not need the wall:<br/>
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He is all pine and I am apple orchard.<br/>
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My apple trees will never get across<br/>
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And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.<br/>
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He only says, 'Good fences make good neighbors.'<br/>
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Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder<br/>
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'Why do they make good neighbors? Isn't it<br/>
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Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.<br/>
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Before I built a wall I'd ask to know<br/>
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What I was walling in or walling out,<br/>
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And to whom I was like to give offense.<br/>
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Something there is that doesn't love a wall,<br/>
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That wants it down.' I could say 'Elves' to him,<br/>
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But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather<br/>
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He said it for himself. I see him there<br/>
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Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top<br/>
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In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.<br/>
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He moves in darkness as it seems to me,<br/>
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Not of woods only and the shade of trees.<br/>
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He will not go behind his father's saying,<br/>
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Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table<br/>
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Waiting for Warren. When she heard his step,<br/>
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She ran on tip-toe down the darkened passage<br/>
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To meet him in the doorway with the news<br/>
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And put him on his guard. "Silas is back."<br/>
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And shut it after her. "Be kind," she said.<br/>
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She took the market things from Warren's arms<br/>
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And set them on the porch, then drew him down<br/>
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To sit beside her on the wooden steps.<br/>
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"When was I ever anything but kind to him?<br/>
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But I'll not have the fellow back," he said.<br/>
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"I told him so last haying, didn't I?<br/>
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'If he left then,' I said, 'that ended it.'<br/>
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What good is he? Who else will harbour him<br/>
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What help he is there's no depending on.<br/>
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Off he goes always when I need him most.<br/>
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'He thinks he ought to earn a little pay,<br/>
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Enough at least to buy tobacco with,<br/>
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So he won't have to beg and be beholden.'<br/>
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'All right,' I say, 'I can't afford to pay<br/>
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Any fixed wages, though I wish I could.'<br/>
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'Someone else can.' 'Then someone else will have to.'<br/>
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I shouldn't mind his bettering himself<br/>
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If that was what it was. You can be certain,<br/>
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Trying to coax him off with pocket-money,--<br/>
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In haying time, when any help is scarce.<br/>
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In winter he comes back to us. I'm done."<br/>
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"I want him to: he'll have to soon or late."<br/>
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"He's worn out. He's asleep beside the stove.<br/>
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When I came up from Rowe's I found him here,<br/>
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Huddled against the barn-door fast asleep,<br/>
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A miserable sight, and frightening, too--<br/>
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You needn't smile--I didn't recognise him--<br/>
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I wasn't looking for him--and he's changed.<br/>
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"Where did you say he'd been?"<br/>
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"Anything? Mary, confess<br/>
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He said he'd come to ditch the meadow for me."
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"Warren!"
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" ;But did he? I just want to know."
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"Of course he did. What would you have him say?<br/>
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Surely you wouldn't grudge the poor old man<br/>
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Some humble way to save his self-respect.<br/>
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He meant to clear the upper pasture, too.<br/>
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That sounds like something you have heard before?<br/>
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Warren, I wish you could have heard the way<br/>
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He jumbled everything. I stopped to look<br/>
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Two or three times--he made me feel so queer--<br/>
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He ran on Harold Wilson--you remember--<br/>
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The boy you had in haying four years since.<br/>
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He's finished school, and teaching in his college.<br/>
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Silas declares you'll have to get him back.<br/>
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He says they two will make a team for work:<br/>
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Between them they will lay this farm as smooth!<br/>
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The way he mixed that in with other things.<br/>
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He thinks young Wilson a likely lad, though daft<br/>
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On education--you know how they fought<br/>
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All through July under the blazing sun,<br/>
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Harold along beside to pitch it on."<br/>
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"Yes, I took care to keep well out of earshot."<br/>
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"Well, those days trouble Silas like a dream.<br/>
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You wouldn't think they would. How some things linger!<br/>
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After so many years he still keeps finding<br/>
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Good arguments he sees he might have used.<br/>
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To think of the right thing to say too late.<br/>
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He asked me what I thought of Harold's saying<br/>
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He studied Latin like the violin<br/>
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Because he liked it--that an argument!<br/>
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He said he couldn't make the boy believe<br/>
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He could find water with a hazel prong--<br/>
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Which showed how much good school had ever done him.<br/>
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He thinks if he could have another chance<br/>
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To teach him how to build a load of hay----"<br/>
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He bundles every forkful in its place,<br/>
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And tags and numbers it for future reference,<br/>
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So he can find and easily dislodge it<br/>
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In the unloading. Silas does that well.<br/>
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He takes it out in bunches like big birds' nests.<br/>
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You never see him standing on the hay<br/>
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Some good perhaps to someone in the world.<br/>
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He hates to see a boy the fool of books.<br/>
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And nothing to look backward to with pride,<br/>
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And nothing to look forward to with hope,<br/>
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So now and never any different."<br/>
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Dragging the whole sky with it to the hills.<br/>
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Its light poured softly in her lap. She saw<br/>
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And spread her apron to it. She put out her hand<br/>
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Among the harp-like morning-glory strings,<br/>
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Taut with the dew from garden bed to eaves,<br/>
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As if she played unheard the tenderness<br/>
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That wrought on him beside her in the night.<br/>
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"Warren," she said, "he has come home to die:<br/>
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You needn't be afraid he'll leave you this time."<br/>
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Of course he's nothing to us, any more<br/>
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Than was the hound that came a stranger to us<br/>
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"I should have called it<br/>
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Something you somehow haven't to deserve."<br/>
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And broke it in his hand and tossed it by.<br/>
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"Silas has better claim on us you think<br/>
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Than on his brother? Thirteen little miles<br/>
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Silas has walked that far no doubt to-day.<br/>
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Why didn't he go there? His brother's rich,<br/>
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A somebody--director in the bank."
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I'll see to that if there is need. He ought of right<br/>
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To take him in, and might be willing to--<br/>
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He may be better than appearances.<br/>
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But have some pity on Silas. Do you think<br/>
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If he'd had any pride in claiming kin<br/>
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He'd keep so still about him all this time?"
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'Twas nothing but my foolish hanging back,<br/>
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Number eighteen this is. What size do you wear?"<br/>
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Too bad to waste them all. You ought to have them.<br/>
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"Not that way, with your shoes on Kike's white bed.<br/>
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You can't rest that way. Let me pull your shoes off."<br/>
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Who wants to cut your number fourteen throat!<br/>
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The only trouble is we disagree<br/>
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The News has always been Republican.<br/>
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'I can't and won't. You've been in long enough:<br/>
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It's time you turned around and boosted us.<br/>
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"You seem to shape the paper's policy."<br/>
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I almost know their farms as well as they do."<br/>
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I like to find folks getting out in spring,<br/>
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Only when someone's coming, and the mare<br/>
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154
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Stops when she likes: I tell her when to go.<br/>
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155
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I've spoiled Jemima in more ways than one.<br/>
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156
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She's got so she turns in at every house<br/>
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157
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As if she had some sort of curvature,<br/>
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158
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No matter if I have no errand there.<br/>
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159
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She thinks I'm sociable. I maybe am.<br/>
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160
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It's seldom I get down except for meals, though.<br/>
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161
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Folks entertain me from the kitchen doorstep,<br/>
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162
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All in a family row down to the youngest."<br/>
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163
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"One would suppose they might not be as glad<br/>
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164
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To see you as you are to see them."<br/>
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165
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+
"Oh,<br/>
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166
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Because I want their dollar. I don't want<br/>
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167
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Anything they've not got. I never dun.<br/>
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168
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I'm there, and they can pay me if they like.<br/>
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169
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I go nowhere on purpose: I happen by.<br/>
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170
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Sorry there is no cup to give you a drink.<br/>
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171
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I drink out of the bottle—not your style.<br/>
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172
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Mayn't I offer you——?"<br/>
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173
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"No, no, no, thank you."<br/>
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174
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"Just as you say. Here's looking at you then.—<br/>
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175
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And now I'm leaving you a little while.<br/>
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176
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You'll rest easier when I'm gone, perhaps—<br/>
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177
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Lie down—let yourself go and get some sleep.<br/>
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178
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But first—let's see—what was I going to ask you?<br/>
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179
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Those collars—who shall I address them to,<br/>
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180
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Suppose you aren't awake when I come back?"<br/>
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181
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"Really, friend, I can't let you. You—may need them."<br/>
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182
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"Not till I shrink, when they'll be out of style."<br/>
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183
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"But really I—I have so many collars."<br/>
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184
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"I don't know who I rather would have have them.<br/>
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185
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They're only turning yellow where they are.<br/>
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186
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But you're the doctor as the saying is.<br/>
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187
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I'll put the light out. Don't you wait for me:<br/>
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188
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I've just begun the night. You get some sleep.<br/>
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189
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I'll knock so-fashion and peep round the door<br/>
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190
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When I come back so you'll know who it is.<br/>
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191
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There's nothing I'm afraid of like scared people.<br/>
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192
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+
I don't want you should shoot me in the head.<br/>
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193
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What am I doing carrying off this bottle?<br/>
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194
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There now, you get some sleep."<br/>
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195
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He shut the door.<br/>
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196
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The Doctor slid a little down the pillow.
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