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deep sighs and confirmative remarks to the truth
of his words.
“I have been an industrious man and a good
master,” he said. “I have held my wife as dear as
my right hand; I have not permitted my children
to grow up without punishment and care; I have
not drank. I have not moved my neighbor’s landmark,
I have not driven my horses violently uphill,
I have never let the cattle stand starving in the
winter, nor have I let the sheep swelter in their
heavy fleeces in summer.”
And round him the weeping servants repeated
like an echo, “He has been a good master. Oh,
Lord God! he has not driven the horses violently
uphill, nor let the sheep swelter in their wool in the
summer.”
Unnoticed, a poor man had stepped into the
house to ask for a meal. He also heard the dying
man’s words, where he stood silently on the
threshold.
And the dying man continued, “I have reclaimed
the forest and drained meadows; I have driven
the plough in straight furrows; I have built barns
three times as big to hold harvests three times as
plentiful as in my father’s time. I have three silver
tankards made of bright dollar pieces, and my father
had only one.”
The dying man’s words reached the listener at
the door. He heard him bear witness of himself
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