I swung a scythe for a week for another Yankee farmer, on a marsh where the machine couldn't be driven in—which I was informed was King Phillip's battle ground.
I visited the inn where Longfellow was supposed to have gotten his inspiration for Tales of a Wayside Inn.
I must see all the literary landmarks, even those where I considered the authors that had caused the places to be celebrated, as dull and third rate....
With gathering power in me grew my desire to attend college. I would tramp, as I was doing, through the country, and end up at some western university for the fall term.
The art workers' community lay in my way at Eos.
I dropped off a freight, one morning, in the Eos yards....
The gladdest to see me again was the Buddhist, Pfeiler. He rushed up to me, in the dining hall, that night, and took both my hands in his ... thanking me for my kind thought of him in sending him my Ossian ... avowing that he had made a mistake in his opinion of me and asking my indulgence ... for he was old and a failure ... and I was young and could still look forward to success.