The morning twilight of time is about me.

I can hear the Oregon calling--calling; to teach here is a glorious life; the whole of humanity is in it.

I have no wish to return to the East again." "Stranger, give me your hand." The New England schoolmaster took the hard hand of the old pioneer, and the two stood there in silence.
The children could not understand the great, soul-expanding sympathy that made these two men friends.

They gazed on Mr.Meek's buckskin jacket and trousers with curiosity, for they were picturesque with their furs, belts, and weapons, and he looked like a warrior or a forest knight clad in armor.
He wore the same buckskin suit when he appeared in Washington as the delegate to Congress from Oregon.

It was at the time of Polk and Dallas, and not a person in Washington probably knew him when he made his appearance at the Congressional Hotel.
The people at the hotel stared at him as the children did now.