Oh, if people start burning the fences and let live forests! I have seen fences half destroyed, with the ends scattered on the prairie, and a few miserable miser with a surveyor to check their own borders, while the sky was living all around him, and he did not see the angels circling, but he tried an old hole plant a pole in the middle of paradise. I looked again and saw the man standing in the middle of an infernal swamp, besieged by demons, and had certainly found their own borders, three small stones with a stake in the authorized center, and looking more closely I saw that the surveyor was Prince of Darkness.
