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Chapter 02
1. When Sally is asked why she should share her toys with her sister, she responds by saying
"Because my mom says I have to and if I don't I'll go to time-out." In which stage of moral
development is Sally?
A. Conventional Morality
B. Nonconventional Morality
C. Postconventional Morality
D. Preconventional Morality
willingness to place ethical values ahead of non-ethical values that relate to self-interest?
A. Moral Character
B. Moral Motivation
C. Moral Sympathy
D. Moral Judgment
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A. The various phases in one's moral development and related levels of moral reasoning
C. A predictive tool to determine how a person will reason ethically based on one's moral
development
5. In the "Heinz and the Drug" case described in the chapter, if Heinz was reasoning at stage 5 he
might decide to steal the drug based on which of the following reasoning?
A. Heinz should steal the medicine, because he will be much happier if he saves his wife, even if he
will have to serve a prison sentence.
B. Heinz should steal the medicine, because his wife expects it.
C. Heinz should steal the medicine, because the law prohibits exceptions.
D. Heinz should steal the medicine, because everyone has a right to live, regardless of the law.
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6. Which of the following might NOT describe Heinz's thought process in deciding whether to steal
A. Heinz should steal the medicine, because everyone has a right to live, regardless of the law.
B. Heinz should steal the medicine, because saving a human life is a more fundamental value than
the property rights of another person.
C. Heinz should not steal the medicine, because that violates the golden rule of honesty and
respect.
D. Heinz should not steal the medicine, because the scientist has a right to fair compensation.
A. Fear of punishment
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Language: English
Lin McLean
A JOURNEY IN SEARCH OF CHRISTMAS
BY
OWEN WISTER
AUTHOR OF “LIN MCLEAN” “RED MEN AND WHITE” “THE JIMMYJOHN
BOSS” ETC.
ILLUSTRATED BY
FREDERIC REMINGTON
CHAP. PAGE
I. Lin’s Money Talks Joy 1
II. Lin’s Money is Dumb 13
III. A Transaction in Boot-Blacking 37
IV. Turkey and Responsibility 50
V. Santa Claus Lin 75
ILLUSTRATIONS
I
Lin’s Money Talks Joy
The Governor
descended the steps of
the Capitol slowly and
with pauses, lifting a
list frequently to his
eye. He had
intermittently pencilled
it between stages of the
forenoon’s public
business, and his gait
grew absent as he
recurred now to his jottings in their
accumulation, with a slight pain at their number, and the definite
fear that they would be more in seasons to come. They were the
names of his friends’ children to whom his excellent heart moved
him to give Christmas presents. He had put off this regenerating evil
until the latest day, as was his custom, and now he was setting forth
to do the whole thing at a blow, entirely planless among the guns and
rocking-horses that would presently surround him. As he reached
the highway he heard himself familiarly addressed from a distance,
and, turning, saw four sons of the alkali jogging into town from the
plain. One who had shouted to him galloped out from the others,
rounded the Capitol’s enclosure, and, approaching with radiant
countenance, leaned to reach the hand of the Governor, and once
again greeted him with a hilarious “Hello, Doc!”
Governor Barker, M.D., seeing Mr. McLean
unexpectedly after several years, hailed the
horseman with frank and lively pleasure, and,
inquiring who might be the other riders
behind, was told that they were Shorty,
Chalkeye, and Dollar Bill, come for Christmas.
“And dandies to hit town with,” Mr. McLean
added. “Redhot.”
“I am acquainted with them,” assented his
Excellency.
“We’ve been ridin’ trail for twelve weeks,”
the cow-puncher continued, “and the money
in our pants is talkin’ joy to us right out loud.”
Then Mr. McLean overflowed with talk and pungent confidences,
for the holidays already rioted in his spirit, and his tongue was loosed
over their coming rites.
“We’ve soured on scenery,” he finished, in
his drastic idiom. “We’re heeled for a big
time.”
“Call on me,” remarked the Governor,
cheerily, “when you’re ready for bromides and
sulphates.”
“I ain’t box-headed no more,” protested Mr.
McLean; “I’ve got maturity, Doc, since I seen
yu’ at the rain-making, and I’m a heap older
than them hospital days when I bust my leg on
yu’. Three or four glasses and quit. That’s my
rule.”
“That your rule, too?” inquired the Governor of Shorty, Chalkeye,
and Dollar Bill. These gentlemen of the saddle were sitting quite
expressionless upon their horses.
“We ain’t talkin’, we’re waitin’,” observed Chalkeye; and the three
cynics smiled amiably.
“Well, Doc, see yu’ again,” said Mr. McLean.
He turned to accompany his brother cow-
punchers, but in that particular moment Fate
descended, or came up, from whatever place
she dwells in, and entered the body of the
unsuspecting Governor.
“What’s your hurry?” said Fate, speaking in
the official’s hearty manner. “Come along with
me.”
“Can’t do it. Where’re yu’ goin’?”
“Christmasing,” replied Fate.
“Well, I’ve got to feed my horse.
Christmasing, yu’ say?”
“Yes; I’m buying toys.”
“Toys! You? What for?”
“Oh, some kids.”
“Yourn?” screeched Lin, precipitately.
His Excellency the jovial Governor opened
his teeth in pleasure at this, for he was a
bachelor, and there were fifteen upon his list,
which he held up for the edification of the
hasty McLean. “Not mine, I’m happy to say.
My friends keep marrying and settling, and
their kids call me uncle, and climb around and
bother, and I forget their names, and think it’s
a girl, and the mother gets mad. Why, if I
didn’t remember these little folks at Christmas
they’d be wondering—not the kids, they just
break your toys and don’t notice; but the
mother would wonder—‘What’s the matter with Dr. Barker? Has
Governor Barker gone back on us?’—that’s where the strain comes!”
he broke off, facing Mr. McLean with another spacious laugh.
But the cow-puncher had ceased to smile, and now, while Barker
ran on exuberantly McLean’s wide-open eyes rested upon him,
singular and intent, and in their hazel depths
the last gleam of jocularity went out.
“That’s where the strain comes, you see.
Two sets of acquaintances—grateful patients
and loyal voters—and I’ve got to keep solid
with both outfits, especially the wives and
mothers. They’re the people. So it’s drums,
and dolls, and sheep on wheels, and games,
and monkeys on a stick, and the saleslady
shows you a mechanical bear, and it costs too
much, and you forget whether the Judge’s
second girl is Nellie or Susie, and—well, I’m
just in for my annual circus this afternoon! You’re in luck. Christmas
don’t trouble a chap fixed like you.”
Lin McLean prolonged the sentence like a distant echo.
“A chap fixed like you!” The cow-puncher
said it slowly to himself. “No, sure.” He
seemed to be watching Shorty, and Chalkeye,
and Dollar Bill going down the road. “That’s a
new idea—Christmas,” he murmured, for it
was one of his oldest, and he was recalling the
Christmas when he wore his first long
trousers.
“Comes once a year pretty regular,”
remarked the prosperous Governor. “Seems
often when you pay the bill.”
“I haven’t made a Christmas gift,” pursued
the cow-puncher, dreamily, “not for—for—Lord! it’s a hundred years,
I guess. I don’t know anybody that has any right to look for such a
thing from me.” This was indeed a new idea, and it did not stop the
chill that was spreading in his heart.
“Gee whiz!” said Barker, briskly, “there goes twelve o’clock. I’ve got
to make a start. Sorry you can’t come and help me. Good-bye!”
His Excellency left the rider sitting motionless, and forgot him at
once in his own preoccupation. He hastened upon his journey to the
shops with the list, not in his pocket, but held firmly, like a plank in
the imminence of shipwreck. The Nellies and Susies pervaded his
mind, and he struggled with the presentiment
that in a day or two he would recall some
omitted and wretchedly important child.
Quick hoof-beats made him look up, and Mr.
McLean passed like a wind. The Governor
absently watched him go, and saw the pony
hunch and stiffen in the check of his speed
when Lin overtook his companions. Down
there in the distance they took a side street,
and Barker rejoicingly remembered one more
name and wrote it as he walked. In a few
minutes he had come to the shops, and met
face to face with Mr. McLean.
“The boys are seein’ after my horse,” Lin
rapidly began, “and I’ve got to meet ’em sharp
at one. We’re twelve weeks shy on a square
meal, yu’ see, and this first has been a date
from ’way back. I’d like to—” Here Mr.
McLean cleared his throat, and his speech
went less smoothly. “Doc, I’d like just for a
while to watch yu’ gettin’—them monkeys, yu’
know.”
The Governor
expressed his agreeable
surprise at this change
of mind, and was glad of McLean’s company
and judgment during the impending
selections. A picture of a cow-puncher and
himself discussing a couple of dolls rose
nimbly in Barker’s mental eye, and it was with
an imperfect honesty that he said, “You’ll help
me a heap.”
And Lin, quite sincere, replied, “Thank yu’.”
So together these two went Christmasing in
the throng. Wyoming’s Chief Executive knocked elbows with the
spurred and jingling waif, one man as good as another in that raw,
hopeful, full-blooded cattle era which now the sobered West
remembers as the days of its fond youth. For one man has been as
good as another in three places—Paradise
before the Fall; the Rocky Mountains before
the wire fence; and the Declaration of
Independence. And then this Governor,
besides being young, almost as young as Lin
McLean or the Chief-Justice (who lately had
celebrated his thirty-second birthday), had in
his doctoring days at Drybone known the cow-
puncher with that familiarity which lasts a
lifetime without breeding contempt;
accordingly, he now laid a hand on Lin’s tall
shoulder and drew him among the petticoats
and toys.
II
Lin’s Money is Dumb