He does not even seek praise, for it is the unborn generations that will call him blessed.

He is content, like Moses, to leave his bones in the wilderness if his people may pass over Jordan.
Ringan turned his flask in his hands.

"A good man, this old Studd," he said.

"I like his words, _Salute to Adventurers_.

He was thinking of the folk that should come after him, which is the mark of a big mind, Andrew.