There are grassy plains that seem to roll into the sun, and there are great herds of game, and warlike Indians, and beyond the range of any vision there are vast mountains white with snow.

Gold, too, may be there.

It is a country enormous, grandiose, rich, and silent,--a desert waiting dumbly for the strong man's tread." He turned a little and drew another line.

"To this side, away, away to the east, here where you and I are sitting, watching, watching, here are the Old Thirteen,--the Thirteen that the English took from the Indians, that the children of the English took from England.

It is the law of us all, Jacqueline, the law of the Three Kingdoms: the battle is to the strong and the race to the swift.