This morning arrives a letter from my ancient silver-mining comrade,
Calvin H. Higbie, a man whom I have not seen nor had communication with
for forty-four years... [Footnote: _Roughing It_ is dedicated to
Higbie.] ...I shall allow myself the privilege of copying his
punctuation and his spelling, for to me they are a part of the man. He
Jis as honest as the day is long. He is utterly simple-minded and
straightforward, and his spelling and his punctuation are as simple and
honest as he is himself. He makes no apology for them, and no apology is
needed.
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"I could tell you stories about this road we shall be traveling he old
man told his young companions as he leaned on his staff and stroked his
silver beard, "of how it was built by Dwarves of the Barad-dur in the days
of Thranduil the Great, numberless years before the Elves of the Ered Luin
left their silver woods in Lindon, sailed their ships over the Western Sea,
and passed from the knowledge of men, but what would you learn from these
tales, except that I squandered my college years reading far too much
Tolkien instead of meeting girls....