And as I hearn him talk, I seemed to be riz up more and more, and able to see further than I had seen, and I felt a feelin’ that Victor wuz in the right on’t. I thought back on how eloquent Maggie and I had growed on the race question, and I felt that I wouldn’t take it back. No; I had spoke my mind as things seemed to me then, and if the two races wuz goin’ to be sot down together side by side, I felt that the idees we had promulgated to each other wuz right idees; but the more Victor talked the more I felt that his idees wuz right to separate the two races, if it wuz possible to do it. His talk made a deep impression onto me, and I went on in my mind and drew some metafors further, it seemed to me, than I had ever drawed any, and eppisoded to myself more eloquent than I had ever eppisoded. I hain’t one to go half way into any undertakin’, and I made up my mind then and there that if Victor and Genieve married and sot off for this colony in Africa, that I would set ’em out with a bushel of my best dried apples, and mebby more. And some dried peaches, and a dozen of them pans—I thought they would come handy in Africa to ketch cocoanut milk, or sunthin’. And I said I would give ’em a couple of hens in welcome, and a male hen and a pair of ducks, if he spozed he would get water enough to keep ’em contented. Somehow I kep’ thinkin’ of the Desert of Sarah—I couldn’t seem to keep Sarah out of my mind. But he said there wuz plenty of water where they wuz goin’. And he sot and promulgated his idees to me for some time. And I looked on him with admiration and a considerable amount of deep respect. He wuz a tall, broad-shouldered, handsome fellow, with very courteous, winnin’ manners. He had a clear-cut, resolute face, and silky brown hair that fell down over a broad white forwerd, and a mustache of the same color. His eyes would fairly melt sometimes, and be soft as a woman’s, and then agin they would look you through and through and seem to be piercin’ through the hull dark path ahead out into the light of safety. And his lips, that wuz resolute and firm enough sometimes, could anon, or oftener, grow tremulous with feelin’ and eloquence. He wuz a earnest Christian, a professor of religion, and, what is fur better, a practicer of the same. He give his idees to me in full that day in confidence (and a desire to linger till Genieve got back). Some of these idees he got from Genieve, some on ’em he learned from books, and kindred minds, and close observation, and remembrance of talks he had hearn when such things sunk deep in his heart, and some on ’em sprung up from seeds God had planted in his soul, onbeknown to him; in a woman we call it intuition. But anyway, no matter by what name we call these seeds, they lay in the soul till the Sun of Occasion warms ’em into life, and then they open their star flowers and find the way to the Right and the True.