Here I should not think I was living.
It would be like the miner who goes into the mine to work; nothing
else."
"We got a good many good citizens here from your part o' the world.
THEY like it."
"Oh yes." And Herr Favre laughed deprecatingly. "The first
generation, they bring their Germany with them; then, after that,
they are Americans, like you." He tapped his host's big knee
genially. "You are patriot; so are they."
"Well, I reckon you must be a pretty hot little patriot yourself, Mr.
Farver!" Sheridan exclaimed, gaily. "You certainly stand up for your
own town, if you stick to sayin' you'd rather live there than you
would here. Yes, SIR! You sure are some patriot to say THAT--after
you've seen our city! It ain't reasonable in you, but I must say I
kind of admire you for it; every man ought to stick up for his own,
even when he sees the other fellow's got the goods on him. Yet I
expect way down deep in your heart, Mr. Farver, you'd rather live
right here than any place else in the world, if you had your choice.
Man alive! this is God's country, Mr. Farver, and a blind man couldn't
help seein' it! You couldn't stand where you do in a business way and
NOT see it.
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