"New Orleans," he said, "but capable of becoming a new Rome.

Here to the westward is the Perdido that they call the boundary,--then Mexico and the City of Mexico.

If not New Orleans, then Mexico!" He straightened himself with a laugh.

"I am dreaming, Tom--just as I used to dream in the fields! Ugh! I feel the hot sun, and the thick leaves draw through my hands! Let's get back to every day.

To-morrow in the House I am going to carry the Albemarle Resolutions.