His was a mind of the best begetting, born and
bred of ancient, clean-blooded stock; inflexibly principled,
trained by a God-fearing mother, nurtured in a cradle of adversity,
schooled in a school of hardship, developed in the big outdoors,
wise in the ways of the woods, burnt in the fire of affliction,
forced into self- reliance, inspired with the lofty inspiration
of sacrificial patriotism -- the good stuff of his make-up shone,
as shines the gold in the fervent heat; the hard blows that prove
or crush, had proved; the metal had rung true; and in the great
valley, Rolf Kittering was a man of mark.
The country's need of such is ever present and ever seeking. Those
in power who know and measure men soon sought him out, and their
messenger was the grisly old Si Sylvanne.
Because he was a busy man, Rolf feared to add to his activities.
Because he was a very busy man, the party new they needed him.
So at length it was settled, and in a little while, Rolf stood
in the Halls of Albany and grasped the hand of the ancient
mill-man as a colleague, filling an honoured place in the
councils of the state.
Each change brought him new activities.
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