But he 'll get there sometime all right and then he 'll laugh at himself . '' * * * * * Nothing ever seemed to put Uncle Jesse out or depress him in any way . `` I 've kind of contracted a habit of enjoying things , '' he remarked once , when Mother had commented on his invariable cheerfulness . `` It 's got so chronic that I believe I even enjoy the disagreeable things . It 's great fun thinking they ca n't last . ` Old rheumatiz , ' I says , when it grips me hard , ` you 've got to stop aching sometime . The worse you are the sooner you 'll stop , perhaps . I 'm bound to get the better of you in the long run , whether in the body or out of the body . ' '' Uncle Jesse seldom came to our house without bringing us something , even if it were only a bunch of sweet grass . `` I favour the smell of sweet grass , '' he said . `` It always makes me think of my mother . '' `` She was fond of it ? '' `` Not that I knows on . Dunno 's she ever saw any sweet grass . No , it 's because it has a kind of motherly perfume -- not too young , you understand -- something kind of seasoned and wholesome and dependable -- just like a mother . '' Uncle Jesse was a very early riser . He seldom missed a sunrise . `` I 've seen all kinds of sunrises come in through that there Gate , '' he said dreamily one morning when I myself had made a heroic effort at early rising and joined him on the rocks halfway between his house and ours . `` I 've been all over the world and , take it all in all , I 've never seen a finer sight than a summer sunrise out there beyant the Gate . A man ca n't pick his time for dying , Mary -- jest got to go when the Captain gives his sailing orders .
But if I could I 'd go out when the morning comes XXXXX there at the Gate .
for in like of on out over than to without