Methinks some creeds in vestries and churches do forget the hunter wrapped in furs by the Great Slave Lake, and that the Esquimauxsledges are drawn by dogs, and in the twilight of the northern night the hunter does not give over to follow the seal and walrus on the ice. They are of sick and diseased imaginations who would toll the world's knell so soon. Cannot these sedentary sects do better than prepare the shrouds and write the epitaphs of those other busy living men? The practical faith of all men belies the preacher's consolation.

Water is a pioneer which the settler follows, taking advantage of its improvements.

It is not enough that we are truthful; we must cherish and carry out high purposes to be truthful about.

New ideas come into this world somewhat like falling meteors, with a flash and an explosion.

How many things there are concerning which we might well deliberate whether we had better know them.

Who hears the fishes when they cry?

The moose is singularly grotesque and awkward to look at. Why should it stand so high at the shoulders? Why have so long a head? Why have no tail to speak of?