"How can you be anything better, Will?"

"Do you think all the world lies under the shadow of Wut-a-
qut-o?"

"What do you mean?"

"Do you think all the world is like this little world which
those hills shut in?"

"No," -- said Winthrop, his eye going over to the blue depths
and golden ridge-tops, which it did not see; "-- but --"

"Where does that river lead to?"

"It leads to Mannahatta. What of that?"

"There is a world there, Winthrop, -- another sort of world, --
where people know something; where other things are to be done
than running plough furrows; where men may distinguish
themselves! -- where men may read and write; and do something
great; and grow to be something besides what nature made them!
-- I want to be in that world."

They both paused.

"But what will you do, Rufus, to get into that world? -- we are
shut in here."

"_I_ am not shut in!" said the elder brother; and brow and lip