He brushed past me in his eagerness to catch up with Papa Jim.  With a big smile and a friendly "Here, let me carry that for you," he tried to grab the box out of Papa Jim's hands.  Not being new in the country, Papa Jim hung on tight and said he would carry it himself.  Disappointed, the would-be-thief walked on ahead and disappeared around a bend in the path.  We laughed at his failed attempt and kept on trudging home.  Soon another eager young man brushed right past me and eagerly offered to carry Papa Jim's big box.  Obviously a box that size must be filled with gold!  Soon we were ringing the bell at Shiloh.  When Francis opened the gate, he extended eager arms to help relieve Papa Jim of his burden.  This time, Papa Jim relinquished his load to our trusted cook.  And we laughed and laughed at the silly thieves who thought they could out-fox us.  Sorry guys...we've learned a few things over these last twenty-five years.