All of us are here, safe and comfortable, through him.

It was your father who led us across the wilderness, and fended from us the wildcat, wolf, and Indian.

He built this house, cleared this land, and gave to all of us the thing we love.

Get this in your head straight.

Your father rode a plow horse; he never tried flourishes in riding; but no man can stick in the saddle longer, ride harder, and face any danger with calmer front.