Of these
there was a constant succession coming to the Farm; reformers of
everything under the sun; fanatics demanding the instant adoption
of--their nebulous theories; mental aliens not quite crazy but pretty
near it; egotists, wild to be noticed, freaks and fakirs and humbugs of
every description, and, worst of all, wrecks of humanity seeking refuge
from the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune. These creatures, all
and sundry, John Cheever made it his business to look after. The moment
Gerrish landed one of the tribe at the Hive, the watchman spotted him,
so to speak, and presently managed to steer him off the place.
Gerrish brought a chap to the Hive one cold winter evening who announced
to the assembly gathered in the parlor after supper, that he had
discovered a method of living without sleep. Sleep was unnecessary, a
habit that could be overcome and he had succeeded in demonstrating that
life could be sustained perfectly well without that needless waste of
time. He had not slept during more than a year past and he purposed to
remain wide awake during the years to come.
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