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And I reckon most old people feel pretty much like Uncle Jimmy . `` I ricollect Parson Page sayin ' once that the Christian 's life was a journey to heaven , and Sam Amos says , ` Yes , and generally when I start out to go to a place , I want to get there as soon as possible ; but here 's one time , ' says he , ` when I would n't care if I never got to my journey 's end . ' And that 's the way it was with me when me and Abram 'd start out in our old rockaway for a day 's travel through the country , goin ' to see his mother or mine . No matter how much I wanted to see the folks I was goin ' to , I 'd feel as if I could keep on forever ridin ' through the thick woods or along the open road , the wind blowin ' in my face and the sun gittin ' higher and higher towards noon and then night comin ' on before we 'd be at our journey 's end . `` I 've heard Emmeline laugh many a time about that ride . Her mother come out to the gate and put a basket o ' lunch under the seat , and says she , ` Now , Emmeline , you be a good gyirl and do n't give Henry any more trouble , and , Henry , when you two come back you take Emmeline right home with you ; do n't you bring her here . ' And old man Amos give a big laugh and says he , ` Come back home if you want to , Emmeline .