ut up for the

    niglemen and ladies making a call have gone half a mile

    out of t, and not

    kno is a surprising and memorable, as well

    as valuable experience, to be lost in time.  Often in

    a snoorm, even by day, one  upon a well-known road

    and yet find it impossible to tell he village.

    t ravelled it a times,

    recognize a feature in it, but it is as strange to  were

    a road in Siberia.  By nigy is

    infinitely greater.  In our most trivial antly,

    teering like pilots by certain well-known

    beacons and ill

    carry in our minds t

    till ely lost, or turned round -- for a man needs only

    to be turned round once  in to be lost

    -- do e tness and strangeness of nature.  Every

    man o learn ts of compass again as often as be awakes,

    ion.  Not till , in

    ot till o find

    ourselves, and realize ent of our

    relations.

    One afternoon, near t summer, o

    to get a s

    into jail, because, as I ed, I did not pay a tax

    to, or recognize ty of, tate which buys and sells

    men, le, at ts

    senate-o ther purposes.

    But, wheir

    dirty institutions, and, if train o belong to

    te odd-felloy.  It is true, I might have

    resisted forcibly , mig;amokquot;

    against society; but I preferred t society s;amokquot;

    against me, it being te party.  however, I was released

    t day, obtained my mended surned to the