And Bobbie Burns, that great-hearted man, stopped and put his hand on the head of little Walter and, speaking words of inspiration and cheer, said, You can be a great writer someday, Walter, and you will be.

The wind that blows across them calls Ever at dawns and evenfalls, And I am suddenly forlorn. Across the pastures and ripe corn I see the mountains in my dreams.

He said, “I admire your sand but I believe you will find I am not liable for such claims. Let me say too that your valuation of the horse is high by about two hundred dollars.”

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