When the last Jordan died childless an' the place was put up to be sold, Mr.Jonathan read about it somewhar, an' it looked to him as if all he had to do was to come down here an' bury himself alive to git rid of temptation.

But the only way to win against temptation is to stand square an' grapple with it in the spot whar it finds you, an' he came to know this, po' sinner, befo' he was done with it." "He was a good soldier, wasn't he ?" asked Molly.
"So good a soldier that he could fight as well on one side as on t'other, an' 'twas only an accident that sent him into the army with me instead of against me.

I remember his telling me once when I met him after a battle that 'twas the smell of blood, not the cause, that made him a fighter.

Thar's many a man like that on both sides in every war, I reckon." "I wonder how you can be so patient when you think of him!" she said passionately as he stopped.
"You'll understand better when you're past seventy," he answered gently.
"Thar's a softness like a sort of green grass that springs up an' covers you when you begin to git old an' worn out.

I've got it an' Spot's got it--you can tell by the way he won't trouble to git mad with the chickens that come peckin' around him.