heir wrath and hurled
The crumbling sinews of the soil down to defeat,
To linger in the depth as symbols that all power
Is at the will of the Supreme--in this retreat,
Filled with the chirping music of the nightly hour,
And seeking rest from joyous toil, reward for which
Is given by the thought that all is mine, that none
Do rob, that love adds to each stroke its rich
And sweetening cheer: In such rare world that I have won----"

The housekeeper rudely broke the spell!

"You comrades had better eat that poetry for dinner," she said.

We all looked and all understood--all save the poet. He looked aghast,
thinking in Yiddish.

"Go on," somebody said, but the poet was a sensitive youth and could
sense an atmosphere quicker than most of us.

"Wood," said the housekeeper, pointing at the few sticks lying around
the block.

"Ah," exclaimed the poet as he took up the axe, "you shall have it,
comrade--have it good and plenty."

He laid the poem in the white birch frame against a stone and
proceeded. We moved away, every man to his own place.

In a community where the communers have to chop the fire-wood, canned
salmon is a good standby.

That day we had salmon for dinner.

Just as a matter of encouragement I had the artist of the community
print a Latin motto in fine Gothic characters:

"LABORARE EST ORARE"

This I tacked to the block at the woodpile. We had one orator in the
community--just one.

Next morning, when the motto stared him in the face, he said: "Gee
whiz! that's great--Labour is oratory!" It was a blow at a venture in
the interpretation of Latin and instead of wood to cook the breakfast
we had a speech on the labour of the orator!

The idea that I was giving land away got noised abroad, and a thousand
letters of inquiry came to me. Most of the inquirers asked if I gave
"deeds" to the land.

Others got an idea that I had a cooeperative colony and all they had to
do was to come and plant themselves on the land. I never intended to
organize a colony but I did invite some families to enjoy the summer
on the farm.

I shall not ask as many next year for I have no talent as a manager
and it takes more management than I imagined to look after even half a
dozen families.

I had a number of parties from the city during the summer--the largest
being from the Church of the Ascension and the Cosmopolitan Church.
From Ascension Church came a young men's club on