"Not that.

You know as well as I that I am already marked and doomed, even as I sit at my table to-night.

A walk of a wet night here in Washington--a turn along the Heights out there when the winter wind is keen--yes, Sam, I see my grave before me, close enough; but how can I rest easy in that grave?
Man, we have not yet dreamed how great a country this may be.

We _must_ have Texas.

We _must_ have also Oregon.