"How forced—by whom forced?"
"Not by you, General Price, but by myself."
"Don't you see much to fight for? Look around you. Gaze upon the face of this beautiful country. Our enemies come to rob us of it. Shall we, like dogs, submit? No! by the Eternal, I will not!" cried Price, his powerful frame quivering with emotion.
"I see but little beauty here. Where is it?"
"All around—on every side!"
"I see but one bright spot, and that is—"
Johnson gazed into the valley below. His look was earnest. As he gazed, the tear-drops started to his eyes, and he bent his head upon his hands, while his breast heaved convulsively. He was deeply moved.
"Johnson, why are you weeping?" asked Price, as he regarded him with a look of surprise.
"Am I weeping?" returned Johnson, raising his head.
"Yes; some sad recollection of the past oppresses you!"