human
Did not Saul fall upon his own sword? asked John Calhoun.
gpt
Have not devoted leaders from the start of the world till now sometimes rid the scene of the responsible figures in lost fights, the men on whom blame rested for failures?
human
Cowards! rejoined Doctor Ward.
gpt
Cowards, every one of them! Were there not other swords upon which they might have fallen--those of their enemies?
human
It is not my own hand--my own sword, Sam, said Calhoun.
gpt
Not that. You know as well as I that I am already marked and doomed, even as I sit at my table to-night. A walk of a wet night here in Washington--a turn along the Heights out there when the winter wind is keen--yes, Sam, I see my grave before me, close enough; but how can I rest easy in that grave? Man, we have not yet dreamed how great a country this may be. We _must_ have Texas. We _must_ have also Oregon. We must have--
human
Free?
gpt
Then, since you mention it, yes! retorted Calhoun fretfully.
human
But I shall not go into the old argument of those who say that black is white, that South is North. It is only for my own race that I plan a wider America. But then-- Calhoun raised a long, thin hand.
gpt
Why, he went on slowly,
human
I have just told you that I have failed. And yet you, my old friend, whom I ought to trust, condemn me to live on!
gpt
Yes, said he, at length,
human
I condemn you to fight on, John;
gpt
Why, look at you, man! he broke out fiercely, after a moment.
human
The type and picture of combat! Good bone, fine bone and hard; a hard head and bony; little eye, set deep; strong, wiry muscles, not too big--fighting muscles, not dough; clean limbs; strong fingers; good arms, legs, neck; wide chest--
gpt
Then you give me hope?
human
No, sir! If you do your duty, there is no hope for you to live. If you do not do your duty, there is no hope for you to die, John Calhoun, for more than two years to come--perhaps five years--six. Keep up this work--as you must, my friend--and you die as surely as though I shot you through as you sit there. Now, is this any comfort to you?
gpt
Time to do much! he murmured to himself.
human
Time to mend many broken vessels, in those two years. One more fight--yes, let us have it!