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93 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published January 1, 1854

My instinct tells me that my head is an organ for burrowing as some creatures use their snout and fore paws, and with it I would mine and burrow my way through these hills.
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Why should we live with such hurry and waste of life? We are determined to be starved before we are hungry. Men say that a stitch in time saves nine, and so they take a thousand stitches to-day to save nine tomorrow. As for work, we haven’t any of any consequence. We have the Saint Vitus’ dance, and cannot possibly keep our heads still.