But it's the cantankerous
fact, and it simply has to stand to reason. That's the answer, and
the sum has to be figured out somehow in accordance with it. Like
one time, when I was about sixteen years old, and in the possession
of positive and definite information about the way the earth went
around the sun and all, I was arguing with one of these old codgers
that think they know it all, one of these men that think it is so
smart to tell you: "Sonny, when you get older, you'll know more 'n
you do now - I hope. "Well, he was trying to tell me that the day
lengthened at one end before it did at the other. I did my best to
dispel the foolish notion from his mind, and explained to him how
it simply could not be, but no, sir! he stood me down. Finally,
since pure reasoning was wasted on him, I took the almanac off the
nail it hung by, and - I bedog my riggin's if the old skidama
link wasn't right after all. Sundown keeps coming a minute later
every day, while, for quite a while there, sun-up sticks at the same
old time, 7:3o A.M. Did you ever hear of anything so foolish?
"Very early, while it is yet dark," the alarm clock of old Dame
Nature begins to buzz. It may snow and blow, and winter may seem
to have settled in in earnest, but deep down in the earth, the
root-tips, where lie the brains of vegetables, are gaping and
stretching, and ho-humming, and wishing they could snooze a little
longer.
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