What is your life in the muddy Tidewater but a thing of little rivalries and petty wrangles and moping over paper?
The hearth will soon grow cold, and the bright eyes of the fairest woman will dull with age, and the years will find you heavy and slow, with a coward's shrinking from death.

What say you, brother?
While the blood is strong in the veins shall we ride westward on the path of a king ?" His eyes were staring like a hawk's over the hills, and, light-headed as I was, I caught the infection of his ardour.

For, remember, I was so low in spirit that all my hopes and memories were forgotten, and I was in that blank apathy which is mastered by another's passion.

For a little the life of Virginia seemed unspeakably barren, and I quickened at the wild vista which Shalah offered.

I might be a king over a proud people, carving a fair kingdom out of the wilderness, and ruling it justly in the fear of God.