Summary

Portrait of Cal Stewart Cal Stewart Uncle Josh's Punkin Centre Stories

The leaves they drop in showers, there's a blue haze over all, And a feller is reminded that once again it's Fall. It is a glorious season, the crops most gathered in, The wheat is in the granary and the oats are in the bin; A feller jest feels splendid, right in harmony with all, The old cider mill a-humin', 'gosh, I know it's Fall. I hear the Bob White whistlin' down by the water mill, While dressed in gorgeous colors is each valley, knoll and hill; The cows they are a-lowing, as they slowly wander home, And the hives are just a-bustin' with the honey in the comb.
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Portrait of Cal Stewart Cal Stewart Uncle Josh's Punkin Centre Stories

There's an air of quiet comfort that only comes with Fall. The wind is cool and bracing, and it makes you feel first-rate, And there's work to keep you going from early until late; So you feel like giving praises unto Him who doeth all, Nature heaps her blessings on you at this season, and it's Fall.
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Portrait of Cal Stewart Cal Stewart Uncle Josh's Punkin Centre Stories

Still, you don't know how it feels To know you've got to plug around On a couple of flat wheels. But it doesn't bother me, John, Gosh, not fer a minnit; I'm as happy as the day is long, And feel jist strictly in it. But sometimes I like to meet the boys, And talk them days all over, And I feel as gay and chipper As a calf in a field of clover But the happiest days I've known, John, The ones that to me see best, Wuz when I run an old machine Way out in the woolly west. Glory—Gittin' killed and not gittin' paid fer it. —Punkin Centre Philosophy.
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