CHAPTER I.
AFTER THE CELEBRATION.
There is a land where a man, to live, must be a man.

It is a land of granite and marble and porphyry and gold--and a man's strength must be as the strength of the primeval hills.

It is a land of oaks and cedars and pines--and a man's mental grace must be as the grace of the untamed trees.

It is a land of far-arched and unstained skies, where the wind sweeps free and untainted, and the atmosphere is the atmosphere of those places that remain as God made them--and a man's soul must be as the unstained skies, the unburdened wind, and the untainted atmosphere.

It is a land of wide mesas, of wild, rolling pastures and broad, untilled, valley meadows--and a man's freedom must be that freedom which is not bounded by the fences of a too weak and timid conventionalism.
In this land every man is--by divine right--his own king; he is his own jury, his own counsel, his own judge, and--if it must be--his own executioner.