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His face was illumined, and no man could have seen him then without knowing that this was a true heart's worship of a true God, who is in all things He has made. Canoeing on the Upper Hudson There is only one kind of a man I can't size up; that's the faller that shets up and says nothing. Sayings of Si Sylvanne.
"It's my opinion," said Sylvanne; "that these English men is too pig-headed an' ornery to care a whoop in hell whether we get mad or not. They've a notion Paul Jones is dead, but I reckon we've got plenty of the breed only waitin' a chance.
Afterward as they sat for three hours and smoked on the broad porch that looked out on the river, old Sylvanne, who had evidently taken a fancy to Rolf, regaled them with a long, rambling talk on "fellers and things," that was one of the most interesting Rolf had ever listened to.
B-u-t," he added with reflective slowness, and a merry twinkle in his eye, "if things were to be judged by their product, I am afraid your mother would win easily," and he laid his long, thin, scrawny hand beside the broad, strong hand of the growing youth. "Old Sylvanne wasn't far astray when he said: 'There aren't any sick, 'cept them as thinks they are," said Rolf.
"Thar is two things," said Si Sylvanne to the senate, "that every national crisis is bound to show up: first, a lot o' dum fools in command; second a lot o great commanders in the ranks. An' fortunately before the crisis is over the hull thing is sure set right, and the men is where they oughter be." How true this was the nation was just beginning to learn.
The country's need of such is ever present and ever seeking. Those in power who know and measure men soon sought him out, and their messenger was the grisly old Si Sylvanne. Because he was a busy man, Rolf feared to add to his activities. Because he was a very busy man, the party new they needed him.
His memory was kept ever green, for Skookum Number 2 was there to fill his room, and he gave place to Skookum 3, and so they keep their line on to this very day. Quonab Goes Home The public has a kind of crawlin' common-sense, that is always right and fair in the end, only it's slow Sayings of Si Sylvanne. Twenty years went by. Rolf grew and prospered.
"As to wisdom, a man ain't a spring; he's a tank, an' gives out only what he gathers" Sayings of Si Sylvanne Quonab would not quit his nightly couch in the canvas lodge so Rolf and Skookum stayed with him. The dog was himself again, and more than once in the hours of gloom dashed forth in noisy chase of something which morning study of the tracks showed to have been foxes.
Rolf turned to see the gigantic, angular form and kindly face of grizzly old Si Sylvanne and was still more surprised to hear him addressed "senator." "Yes," said the senator, "one o' them freak elections that sometimes hits right; great luck for Albany, wa'nt it?" "Ho," said Quonab, shaking the senator's hand, while Skookum looked puzzled and depressed.
"Young man," said the general, severely, "I don't want any of your 'ifs' or 'buts'; your orders are 'go. 'How' and 'if' are matters for you to find out; that's what you are paid for." Rolf bowed; his cheeks were tingling. He was very angry at what he thought a most uncalled for rebuke, but he got over it, and he never forgot the lesson. It was Si Sylvanne that put it into rememberable form.
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