Men were made for big things! They must brave the wild animals, the Indians, fight the battles, ride the races, till the fields, build the homes.

In the making of a new country men must have the thing in their souls that carried Leon across the creek.

If he had checked that horse and gone to the ford, I would have fallen where I stood!" "Father crossed the ford!" "True! But that's different.

He never had a chance at a horse like that! He never had time for fancy practice, and his nose would have been between the pages of a book if he had.

But remember this! Your father's hand has never faltered, and his aim has never failed.