IT WAS JUST NOON that Sunday morning when the sheriff reached the jail with Lucas Beauchamp though the whole town (the whole county too for that matter) had known since the night before that Lucas had killed a white man.

Each morning sees some task begun, each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, has earned a night's repose.

Oh, well, faint heart never won so much as a scrap of paper

The U. S. Constitution doesn&#39;t guarantee happiness, only the pursuit of it. You have to catch up with it yourself.

Written By Benjamin Franklin

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