The light of the Lone Star cannot be much longer hidden; it is breaking even now upon the earth. True knowledge of Texas is spreading,—spreading over the icy North, spreading over the barren East, spreading over crowded Europe—and knowledge of Texas is power unto her salvation.
I was north last summer, and talked Texas, of course. One day a long, lank, lingering eternity of a gawk sidled up to me, as though he feared I was loaded, and said:
"Great state, that Texas, I 'spose?"
"Rather."
"Purty big, I heer'n tell?"
"Look at the map."
"Gewhillikins, Maria! 'Tis purty dogon gosh-all-fired big, haint she?"
"That's whatever."
" 'Spose you're a gineral, or a corporal, or suthin nuther when you're t'hum?"
"Nop."