There was silence for a little while: the mood of the hunter seemed to soften:
"Do you know where you are, Webster?"
"I do not know where I am."
"You did not know then, that this is the wilderness of your forefathers—the Kentucky pioneers. You have wandered back to it."
"I did not know."
"Have you read their great story?"
"Not much of it."
"Are you beginning to realise what it means to be sprung from such men and women?"
"I cannot say."
"But you want to do great things?"