Our picture was the vaster, the more splendid, the more enduring.

Here were savages born of gentle folk in part, who never yet had known repulse.

They marched with flocks and herds and implements of husbandry.

In their faces shone a light not less fierce than that which animated the dwellers of the old Teutonic forests, but a light clearer and more intelligent.

Here was the determined spirit of progress, here was the agreed insistence upon an _equal opportunity!_ Ah! it was a great and splendid canvas which might have been painted there on our Plains--the caravans west-bound with the greening grass of spring--that hegira of Americans whose unheard command was but the voice of democracy itself.
We carried with us all the elements of society, as has the Anglo-Saxon ever.