To-day my thoughts went surging into the future. I shall have money!--I shall be free!--And what shall I do next? I counted up what I might have--even a slight success for the book would mean a fortune such as turned my head to think of. What would I do? My mind pounced upon a new work--a work that I have dreamed of often. Would it be my next work? I thought--would I be able--would I dare? It is a grand thing. I went on, and got to thinking of it; I almost forgot that I was not still in the woods. What a sweeping thing I see it! The American! It would have to be a three-volume novel, I fear--it would be as huge as Les Misérables! It is the Civil War! I am haunted by that fearful struggle. Is there anything more fearful in history, any more tremendous effort of the human spirit? And so far it has not made one great poem, one great drama, one great novel! * * * * * It was the furnace-fire in which this land was forged--this land which holds in its womb the future of the world--this land that is to give laws to the nations and teach mankind its destiny. I search the ages, and I find no struggle so fraught with meaning, with the woe and the terror and the agony of a desperate hope. It must be all put into an art-work, I say! There is no theme that could thrill the men of this country more, that could lift them more, that could do more to make their hearts throb with pride. We sent all the best that we had--armies and armies of them--and they toiled and suffered, they rotted upon a thousand fields of horror. And their souls cry out to me, that it must not be for naught, that the fearful consecration must not be for naught. The world is filled with historical fiction; it is the cant and the sham of the hour.--Bah! * * * * * --This is what I long to do; to take the agony of that struggle and live it and forge it into an art-work; to put upon a canvas the soul of it; to put it there, living and terrible, that the men of this land might know the heritage that is come down to them. It would take years of toil, it would take money, too--I should have to go down there. But some day I shall do it! I saw some of it to-day, and it made my blood go!