[113 words] During the frontier days in the United States, the driver of a covered wagon stopped his horses on the street of a young town and called to a passing man, “Hey, any saloons in this place?” “Sure, we have four!” the man replied boastfully. “Giddap,” the driver shouted, urging his horses on. “Stop,” called the man. “I cannot stop here,” replied the stranger. “I have got four boys in this wagon.” “Why?” again called the man. “What is your business?” “My business is to raise these boys for God, and I cannot do that in a town with four saloons.” And he hurried his horses on, soon turning the bend in the road….