He was helping to write the last page in that history which would go down through the eons of time, written in the red blood of men who had cut the first trails into the unknown.
After him, there would be no more frontiers.

No more mysteries of unknown lands to solve.

No more pioneering hazards to make.

The earth would be tamed.

And suddenly he thought of Mary Standish and of what she had said to him in the dusk of evening.