Simon Wheeler
When I reached it and pulled myself onto dry land, I noticed I was sitting right next to man who was dozing comfortably on the bank, with a fishing pole stuck in the ground next to him. He roused and greeted me. His name was Simon Wheeler, and he was fat and baldheaded; but there was gentleness in his simplicity that immediately put me at ease. I told him who I was and asked if he knew a Henry David Thoreau—a young transcendentalist who had broken the law. Simon Wheeler leaned back a little, and then began to speak:
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