He wished to talk further upon the great subject, interested as to details, but Cedarquist was vague in his replies.

He was no farmer, he hardly knew wheat when he saw it, only he knew the trend of the world's affairs; he felt them to be setting inevitably eastward.
However, his very vagueness was a further inspiration to the Governor.
He swept details aside.

He saw only the grand coup, the huge results, the East conquered, the march of empire rolling westward, finally arriving at its starting point, the vague, mysterious Orient.
He saw his wheat, like the crest of an advancing billow, crossing the Pacific, bursting upon Asia, flooding the Orient in a golden torrent.

It was the new era.

He had lived to see the death of the old and the birth of the new; first the mine, now the ranch; first gold, now wheat.