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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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