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"I wonder why you feel like that?" Carl
mused.
"I don't know. Perhaps I am like Carrie
Jensen, the sister of one of my hired men. She
had never been out of the cornfields, and a few
years ago she got despondent and said life was
just the same thing over and over, and she
didn't see the use of it. After she had tried
to kill herself once or twice, her folks got worried
and sent her over to Iowa to visit some
relations. Ever since she's come back she's
been perfectly cheerful, and she says she's contented
to live and work in a world that's so big
and interesting. She said that anything as big
as the bridges over the Platte and the Missouri
reconciled her. And it's what goes on in the
world that reconciles me."
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