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At other times he talked about the people. "It will be a rest just to get back among people who aren’t ready to tread on your head in order to lift themselves up. I believe a year among those kind, unhurried people will glve me all the material I’ll need for years. I’ll write a series of studies somewhat like Jefferies’–or Barrie’s– only, of course, I’ll be original. I’ll just take his plan Of telling about the people I meet and their queer ways, so quaint and good. "

"I’m tired of the scramble," he kept breaking out Of silence to say. " I don’t blame the boys, but it’s plain to me they see that my going will let them move up one. Mason cynically voiced the whole thing today: ‘I can say, "Sorry to see you go, Bloom," because your going doesn’t concern me. I’m not in line of succession, but some of the other boys don’t feel so. There’s no divinity doth hedge an editor; nothing but law prev
ents the murder of those above by those below.’"

"I don’t like Mr. Mason when he talks like that," said the wife.

"Well–I don’t. " He didn’t tell her what Mason said when Robert talked about the good simple life of the people in Bluff Siding:

"Oh, bosh, Bloom! You’ll find the struggle of the outside world reflected in your little town. You’ll find men and women just as hard and selfish in their small way. It’ll be harder to bear, because it will all be so petty and pusillailmous. "

It was a lovely day in late April when they took the train out of the great grimy terrible city. It was eight o’clock, but the streets were muddy and wet, a cold East wind blowing off the lake.

With clanging bell the train moved away, piercing the ragged gray formless mob of houses and streets (through which railways always run in a city). Men were hurrying to work, and Robert pitied them, poor fellows, condemned to do that thing forever.

In an hour they reached the prairies, already clothed upon faintly with green grass and tender springing wheat. The purple-brown squares reserved for the corn looked deliciously soft and warm to the sick man, and he longed to set his bare feet into it.

His boys were wild with delight. They had the natural love of the earth still in them, and correspondingly cared little for the city. They raced through the cars like colts. They saw everything. Every blossoming plant, every budding tree, was precious to them all.

All day they rode. Toward noon they left the sunny prairie land of northern Illinois and southern Wisconsin, and entered upon the hill land of Madison and beyond. As they went North, the season was less advanced, but spring was in the fresh wind and the warm sunshine.

As evening drew on, the hylas began to peep from the pools, and their chorus deepened as they came on toward Bluff Siding, which seemed very small, very squalid, and uninteresting, but Robert pointed at the circling wine-colored wall of hills and the warm sunset sky.

"We’re in luck to find a hotel," said Robert. "They burn down every three months. "

They were met by a middle-aged man and conducted across the road to a hotel, which had been a roller-skating rink in other days, and was not prepossessing. However, they were ushered into the parlor, which resembled the sitting room of a rather ambitious village home, and there they took seats, while the landlord consulted about rooms.

The wife’s heart sank. From the window she could see several of the low houses, and far off just the hills which seemed to make the town so very small, very lonely. She was not given time to shed tears. The children clamored for food, tired and cross.