I saw him gather up the lines in his brown, slim hands, and swing the
whip over the leaders, as he gave the shrill word of command and
turned the horses to the West.
And the cavalcade moved forward to the West--always to the West.
The boy had met calamity and disaster. He had not flinched.
In a single day he had left boyhood behind and become a man.
And the years that followed proved him genuine.
What was it worked the change? Grief and responsibility, nobly met.
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The church has aureoled and sainted the men and
women who have fought the Cosmic Urge. To do nothing
and to be nothing was regarded as a virtue.