Now, when I see one of those evil-looking men that come from Europe--navvies, with the beast-like, sunken face, different from any Kaffer's--I know what brought that look into their eyes; and if I have only one inch of tobacco I give them half.

It is work, grinding, mechanical work, that they or their ancestors have done, that has made them into beasts.

You may work a man's body so that his soul dies.

Work is good.

I have worked at the old farm from the sun's rising till its setting, but I have had time to think, and time to feel.