She must have been well used to
stopping overnight in the open.
I strode along pondering over my adventures, and resolved to
buy a pistol when I got to Woodbridge. I remember thinking
that I could write quite a book now myself. Already I began
to feel quite a hardened pioneer. It doesn't take an
adaptable person long to accustom one's self to a new way of
life, and the humdrum routine of the farm certainly looked
prosy compared to voyaging with Parnassus. When I had got
beyond Woodbridge, and had crossed the river, I would begin to
sell books in earnest. Also I would buy a notebook and jot
down my experiences. I had heard of bookselling as a
profession for women, but I thought that my taste of it was
probably unique. I might even write a book that would rival
Andrew's--yes, and Mifflin's. And that brought my thoughts to
Barbarossa again.
Of all extraordinary people, I thought, he certainly takes the
cake--and then, rounding a bend, I saw him sitting on a rail
fence, with his head shining in the sunlight. My heart gave
a sort of jump. I do believe I was getting fond of the
Professor. He was examining something which he held in his hand.
"You'll get sunstroke," I said.
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