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In brief I may say that this paper stated that, in case the United States felt disposed to reopen discussions which Mr. Polk peremptorily had closed, Great Britain might be able to listen to a compromise on the line of the forty-ninth parallel. This compromise had three times been offered her by diplomacy of United States under earlier administrations. Great Britain stated that in view of her deep and abiding love of peace and her deep and abiding admiration for America, she would resign her claim of all of Oregon down to the Columbia; and more, she would accept the 长沙桑拿会所 forty-ninth parallel; provided she might have free navigation rights upon the Columbia. In fact, this was precisely the memorandum of agreement which eventually established the lines of the treaty as to Oregon between Great Britain and the United States.

Mr. Calhoun is commonly credited with having brought about this treaty, and with having been author of its terms. So he was, but only in the singular way which in these foregoing pages I have related. States have their price. Texas was bought by blood. Oregon—ah, we who own it ought to prize it. None of our territory is half so full of romance, none of it is half so clean, as our great and bodeful far Northwest, still young in its days of destiny.

“We should in time have had all of Oregon, perhaps,” said Mr. Calhoun; “at least, that is the talk of these fierce politicians.”

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“Believe me, Mr. Calhoun,” I broke in, “your signature must go on this.”

“How now? Why so anxious, my son?”

“Because it is right!”

Calhoun turned to Helena von Ritz. “Has this been presented to Mr. Buchanan, our secretary of state?” he asked.

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I saw her face whiten and her lips shut tight. She swayed a little as she stood. Doctor Ward was at her side and assisted her to a couch. For the first time the splendid courage of Helena von Ritz seemed to fail her. She sank back, white, unconscious.

“It’s these damned stays, John!” began Doctor Ward fiercely. “She has fainted. Here, put her down, so. We’ll bring her around in a minute. Great Jove! I want her to hear us thank her. It’s splendid

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“No, no. It is nothing!” she said. “Forgive me, it is only an old habit of mine. See, I am quite well!”

Indeed, in a few moments she had regained something of that magnificent energy which was her heritage. As though nothing had happened, she arose and walked swiftly across the room. Her eyes were fixed upon the great map which hung upon the walls—a strange map it would seem to us to-day. Across this she swept a white hand.

“I saw your men cross this,” she said, pointing along the course of the great Oregon Trail—whose detailed path was then unknown to our geographers. “I saw them go west along that road of destiny. I told myself that by virtue of their courage they had won this war. Sometime there will come the great war between your 长沙桑拿预约 people and those who rule them. The people still 长沙桑拿spa会所 will win.”

She spread out her two hands top and bottom of the map. “All, all, ought to be yours,—from the Isthmus to the ice, for the sake of the people of the world. The people—but in time they will have their own!”