The Adventures of Jonathan Gullible - Bastiat Institute
The Adventures of Jonathan Gullible - Bastiat Institute
The Adventures of Jonathan Gullible - Bastiat Institute
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Chapter 18 • Uncle Samta • Uncle Samta<br />
Eve when Uncle Samta returns to sprinkle some toys and trinkets in<br />
every house.”<br />
“Oh,” said <strong>Jonathan</strong>, with a look <strong>of</strong> relief. “So Uncle Samta<br />
gives everything back again?”<br />
“Hardly! But people like to imagine that he does. I try to stay<br />
awake in order to keep track <strong>of</strong> what he takes and what he returns.<br />
It’s a kind <strong>of</strong> a hobby <strong>of</strong> mine, you might say. By my calculation,<br />
Uncle Samta keeps most for himself and a few favoured households<br />
around town. But,” said the old man, pounding his palm against a<br />
railing in frustration, “Uncle Samta is careful to give everyone a<br />
little bit to keep them happy. That makes everyone stay asleep the<br />
following April when he comes back again to take what he wants.”<br />
“I don’t understand,” said <strong>Jonathan</strong> “Why don’t people stay<br />
awake, report the thief, and keep their own belongings? <strong>The</strong>n they<br />
could buy whatever trinkets they want and give them to whomever<br />
they please.”<br />
<strong>The</strong> old man chuckled and shook his head at <strong>Jonathan</strong>’s naiveté.<br />
“Uncle Samta is really everyone’s childhood fantasy. Parents have<br />
always taught their children that Uncle Samta’s toys and trinkets,<br />
like the Dream Machine’s free lunches, come magically out <strong>of</strong> the<br />
sky and at no cost to anyone.”<br />
Seeing <strong>Jonathan</strong>’s haggard appearance the old man said, “Looks<br />
like you’ve had a rough day, young fella.”<br />
“I was looking for a place to spend the night,” <strong>Jonathan</strong> said,<br />
shyly.<br />
“Well, you look like a nice lad,” said the man, “Why don’t you<br />
stay with us. Rose and I enjoy company.”<br />
<strong>Jonathan</strong> welcomed the old man’s <strong>of</strong>fer. Inside <strong>Jonathan</strong> met<br />
Rose, the old man’s plump wife; she cheerily brought him a cup<br />
<strong>of</strong> hot chocolate and a plate <strong>of</strong> freshly baked cookies. After the<br />
last crumb disappeared, <strong>Jonathan</strong> stretched out on a divan that the<br />
couple had made up with some blankets and a pillow. <strong>The</strong> old man<br />
lit a long pipe and leaned back into the cushions <strong>of</strong> his rocking<br />
chair.<br />
<strong>The</strong>ir home was not large, not richly furnished, and defi nitely<br />
not new. But, to the tired young stranger, it was the perfect refuge. A<br />
small fi re in the fi replace warmed and lit the wood-panelled room.