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me plump upon the first of a series of odd adventures。
A great many people； I know； abominate the roadside sign。 It seems to them a desecration of nature； the intrusion of rude commercialism upon the perfection of natural beauty。 But not I。 I have no such feeling。 Oh； the signs in themselves are often rude and unbeautiful； and I never wished my own barn or fences to sing the praises of swamp root or sarsaparillaand yet there is something wonderfully human about these painted and pasted vociferations of the roadside signs； and I don't know why they are less 〃natural〃 in their way than a house or barn or a planted field of corn。 They also tell us about life。 How eagerly they cry out at us； 〃Buy me； buy me！〃 What enthusiasm they have in their own concerns； what boundless faith in themselves！ How they speak of the enormous energy； activity； resourcefulness of human kind！
Indeed； I like all kinds of signs。 The autocratic warnings of the road； the musts and the must…nots of traffic； I observe in passing； and I often stand long at the crossings and look up at the finger…posts； and consider my limitless wealth as a traveller。 By this road I may； at my own pleasure； reach the Great City； by thatwho knows？the far wonders of Cathay。 And I respond always to the appeal which the devoted pilgrim paints on the rocks at the roadside： 〃Repent ye； for the kingdom of God is at hand；〃 and though I am certain that the kingdom of God is already here； I stop always and repentjust a littleknowing that there is always room for it。 At the entrance of the little towns； also； or in the squares of the villages； I stop often to read the signs of taxes assessed； or of political meetings； I see the evidences of homes broken up in the notices of auction sales； and of families bereaved in the dry and formal publications of the probate court。 I pause； too； before the signs of amusements flaming red and yellow on the barns （boys； the circus is coming to town！）； and I pause also； but no longer； to read the silent signs carved in stone in the little cemeteries as I pass。 Symbols； you say？ Why； they're the very stuff of life。 If you cannot see life here in the wide road； you will never see it at all。
Well； I saw a sign yesterday at the roadside that I never saw anywhere before。 It was not a large signindeed rather inconspicuousconsisting of a single word rather crudely painted in black （as by an amateur） upon a white board。 It was nailed to a tree where those in swift passing cars could not avoid seeing it：
＇ REST ＇
I cannot describe the odd sense of enlivenment； of pleasure I had when I saw this new sign。
〃Rest！〃 I exclaimed aloud。 〃Indeed I will；〃 and I sat down on a stone not far away。
〃Rest！〃
What a sign for this very spot！ Here in the midst of the haste and hurry of the Great Road a quiet voice was saying；〃Rest。〃 Some one with imagination； I thought； evidently put that up； some quietist offering this mild protest against the breathless progress of the age。 How often I have felt the same way myselfas though I were being swept onward through life faster than I could well enjoy it。 For nature passes the dishes far more rapidly than we can help ourselves。
Or perhaps； thought I； eagerly speculating； this may be only some cunning advertiser with rest for sale （in these days even rest has its price）； thus piquing the curiosity of the traveller for the disclosure which he will make a mile or so farther on。 Or else some humourist wasting his wit upon the Fraternity of the Road； too willing （like me； perhaps） to accept his ironical advice。 But it would be well worth while should I find him； to see him chuckle behind his hand。
So I sat there very much interested； for a long time； even framing a rather amusing picture in my own mind of the sort of person who painted these signs； deciding finally that he must be a zealot rather than a trader or humourist。 （Confidentially； I could not make a picture of him in which he was not endowed with plentiful long hair）。 As I walked onward again； I decided that in any guise I should like to see him； and I enjoyed thinking what I should say if I met him。 A mile farther up the road I saw another sign exactly like the first。
〃Here he is again；〃 I said exultantly； and that sign being somewhat nearer the ground I was able to examine it carefully front and back； but it bore no evidence of its origin。
In the next few miles I saw two other signs with nothing on them but the word 〃Rest。〃
Now this excellent admonitionlike much of the excellent admonitions in this world affected me perversely： it made me more restless than ever。 I felt that I could not rest properly until I found out who wanted me to rest； and why。 It opened indeed a limitless vista for new adventure。
Presently； away ahead of me in the road； I saw a man standing near a one…horse wagon。 He seemed to be engaged in some activity near the roadside； but I could not tell exactly what。 As I hastened nearer I discovered that he was a short； strongly built； sun…bronzed man in working…clothesand with the shortest of short hair。 I saw him take a shovel from the wagon and begin digging。 He was the road…worker。
I asked the road…worker if he had seen the curious signs。 He looked up at me with a broad smile （he had good…humoured； very bright blue eyes）。
〃Yes；〃 he said； 〃but they ain't for me。〃
〃Then you don't follow the advice they give？〃
〃Not with a section like mine；〃 said he； and he straightened up and looked first one way of the road and then the other。 〃I have from Grabow Brook； but not the bridge； to the top o' Sullivan Hill； and all the culverts between； though two of 'em are by rights bridges。 And I claim that's a job for any full…grown man。〃
He began shovelling again in the road as if to prove how busy he was。 There had been a small landslide from an open cut on one side and a mass of gravel and small boulders lay scattered on the smooth macadam。 I watched him for a moment。 I love to watch the motions of vigorous men at work； the easy play of the muscles； the swing of the shoulders； the vigour of stoutly planted legs。 He evidently considered the conversation closed； and I； aswell； as a dusty man of the roadeasily dismissed。 （You have no idea； until you try it； what a weight of prejudice the man of the road has to surmount before he is accepted on easy terms by the ordinary members of the human race。）
A few other well…intentioned observations on my part having elicited nothing but monosyllabic replies； I put my bag down by the roadside and； going up to the wagon； got out a shovel； and without a word took my place at the other end of the landslide and began to shovel for all I was worth。
I said not a word to the husky road…worker and pretended not to look at him； but I saw him well enough out of the corner of my eye。 He was evidently astonished and interested； as I knew he would be： it was something entirely new on the road。 He didn't quite know whether to be angry； or amused； or sociable。 I caught him looking over at me several times； but I offered no response； then he cleared his throat and said：
〃Where you from？〃
I answered with a monosyllable which I knew he could not quite catch。 Silence again for some time； durin