"Look around here, gentlemen," said he, extending an eloquent arm.
"Behold them mountings. Look at them trees surrounding this valley
of secrets. The spoils of war belongs to him that has fit--the
captives of the bow and spear are his'n. How said Brennus the
Gaul, when he done vanquished Rome? 'Woe to the conquered!' said
he. 'Woe to them that has fell to our arms!' Now it's the same
right here. Look at--"
"I was just going to remark," suavely broke in Judge Clayton, "that
of the many mountain views of our southern country, this seems to
me one of the most satisfactory. I have never seen a more restful
scene than this, nor a morning more beautiful. But, Missouri!" he
added almost with mournfulness. "What a record of strife and
turmoil!"
Dunwody nodded. "As when Missouri was admitted, for instance," he
said smilingly.
"Precisely!" rejoined Clayton, biting meditatively at a plucked
grass stem. "The South gets a state, the North demands one! When
Missouri came in, Illinois also was admitted--one free against one
slave state.
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