CHAPTER XII
(DECEMBER)
While man exclaims "See all things for my use!"
"See man for mine!" replies the pampered goose.
—Pope: "Essay on Man."
THE BROTHERHOOD OF THE DUST
But whether they store it in their little barns, like the chipmunk, or on their bones, like Brer Bear, these farmers deserve more friendly understanding than they usually get from that two-legged farmer, Mr. Man.
Just think of the ages upon ages that they have been at work, these humble brothers of ours, and their ancestors—making the soil that gives us food—and yet after all this Mr. Man comes along and says:
"Get out of my fields!"
I. The Lord of Creation
"Oh, but—please Mr. Man—we were here first!"