Seagraves felt that it was a wild, grand upstirring of the modern democrat against the aristocrat, against the idea of caste and the privilege of living on the labor of others. This atom of humanity (how infinitesimal this drop in the ocean of humanity!) was feeling the nameless longing of expanding personality. He had declared rebellion against laws that were survivals of hate and prejudice. He had exposed also the native spring of the emigrant by uttering the feeling that it is better to be an equal among peasants than a servant before nobles. "So I have good reasons f'r liking the country," Rob resumed, in a quiet way. "The soil is rich, the climate good so far, an' if I have a couple o' decent crops you'll see a neat upright goin' up here, with a porch and a bay-winder." "And you'll still be living here alone, frying leathery slapjacks an' chopping 'taters and bacon." "I think I see myself," drawled Rob, "goin' around all summer wearin' the same shirt without washin', an' wipin' on the same towel four straight weeks, an' wearin' holes in my socks, an' eatin' musty ginger-snaps, mouldy bacon, an' canned Boston beans f'r the rest o' my endurin' days! Oh, yes; I guess not!" He rose. "Well, see y' later. Must go water my bulls." As he went off down the slope, Seagraves smiled to hear him sing: "I wish that some kind-hearted girl Would pity on me take, And extricate me from the mess I'm in. The angel--how I'd bless her, If this her home she'd make, In my little old sod shanty on the plain." The boys nearly fell off their chairs in the Western House dining room, a few days later, when Rob came in to supper with a collar and necktie as the finishing touch of a remarkable outfit. "Hit him, somebody!" "It's a clean collar!" "He's started f'r Congress!" "He's going to get married," put in Seagraves, in a tone that brought conviction. "What!" screamed Jack Adams, O'Neill, and Wilson, in one breath. "That man?" "That man," replied Seagraves, amazed at Rob, who coolly took his seat, squared his elbows, pressed his collar down at the back, and called for the bacon and eggs. The crowd stared at him in a dead silence. "Where's he going to do it?" asked Jack Adams. "Where's he going to find a girl?" "Ask him," said Seagraves. "I ain't tellin'," put in Rob, with his mouth full of potato. "You're afraid of our competition." "That's right; our competition, Jack; not your competition. Come, now, Rob, tell us where you found her." "I ain't found her." "What! And yet you're goin' away t' get married!" "I'm goin' t' bring a wife back with me ten days fr'm date." "I see his scheme," put in Jim Rivers. "He's goin' back East somewhere, an' he's goin' to propose to every girl he meets." "Hold on!" interrupted Rob, holding up his fork. "Ain't quite right. Every good lookin' girl I meet." "Well, I'll be blanked!" exclaimed Jack, impressively; "that simply lets me out. Any man with such a cheek ought to--"