Only we've got to help bring it out." What had she been talking about?
He remembered the words "a new nation"-- no more.

"We've got to grope around in the dark and hunt for new ways and learn as we go.
And when you've once got into the work and really felt the thrill of it all--well, then it seems rather foolish and small to bother about your own little life." * * * * * Roger spent much of his time alone.

He took long rides on William along crooked, hilly roads.

As the afternoon drew to its end, the shadows would creep up the mountain sides to their summits where glowed the last rays of the sun, painting the slate and granite crags in lovely pink and purple hues.

And sometimes mighty banks of clouds would rear themselves high overhead, gigantic mountains of the air with billowy, misty caverns, cliffs and jagged peaks, all shifting there before his eyes.