Andhereletmemention——althoughthetwoarequitedistinctanddifferent——thatboththedewandthebreadofExmoormaybesought，whetherhighorlow，butneverfoundelsewhere。Thedewissocrisp，andpure，andpearly，andinsuchabundance；andthebreadissosweet，sokind，andhomely，youcaneataloaf，andthenanother。
NowwhileIwaswalkingdailyinandoutgreatcrowdsofmenfewofwhomhadanyfreedomfromthecaresofmoney，andmanyofwhomwereevenmorbidwithaworsepestcalled’politics’，Icouldnotbequitofthinkinghowwejostleoneanother。Godhasmadetheearthquitelarge，withaspreadoflandlargeenoughforalltoliveon，withoutfighting。Alsoamightyspreadofwater，layinghandsonsandandcliffwithasolemnvoiceinstorm-time；andinthegentleweathermovingmentothoughtsofequity。This，aswell，isfulloffood；beingtwo-thirdsoftheworld，andreservedfordevouringknowledge；bythetimethesonsofmenhavefedawaythedryland。Yetbeforethelanditselfhasacknowledgedtouchofman，upononeinahundredacres；andbeforeonemileintenthousandoftheexhaustlessoceanhaseverfelttheplungeofhook，orcombingofthehaul-nets；lo，wecrawl，inflockstogetheruponthehotgroundthatstingsus，evenastheblackgrubscrowdupontheharriednettle!Surelywearetoomuchgiventofollowthetracksofeachother。
However，foramoralist，Ineversetup，andnevershall，whilecommonsenseabideswithme。Suchamanmustbeverywretchedinthispuredearthofmorality；
likeafishermanwherenofishbe；andmostofushaveenoughtodotoattendtoourownmorals。EnoughthatIresolvedtogo；andasLornacouldnotcomewithme，itwasevenworsethanstopping。NearlyeverybodyvowedthatIwasagreatfoolindeed，toneglectsorudely——whichwastheproperword，theysaid——thepushingofmyfortunes。ButIansweredthattopushwasrude，andIleftittopeoplewhohadnoroom；andthoughtthatmyfortunemustbeheavy，ifitwouldnotmovewithoutpushing。
LornacriedwhenIcameawaywhichgavemegreatsatisfaction，andshesentawholetrunkfulofthingsformotherandAnnie，andevenLizzie。Andsheseemedtothink，thoughshesaiditnot，thatImademyownoccasionforgoing，andmighthavestayedontillthewinter。WhereasIknewwellthatmymotherwouldthinkandeveryoneonthefarmthesamethathereIhadbeeninLondon，lagging，andtakingmypleasure，andlookingatshops，uponpretenceofKing’sbusiness，andleavingtheharvesttoreapitself，nottomentionthespendingofmoney；whileallthetimetherewasnothingwhatever，exceptmyownloveofadventureandsport，tokeepmefromcominghomeagain。ButIknewthatmycoatofarms，andtitle，wouldturneverybitofthisgrumblingintofineadmiration。