Western Democrat

Western Democrat

Western Democrat

Western Democrat

Excerpt

I have come home to Nebraska.

Today I look across the snow-covered fields of the Missouri River Valley and glimpse the winding line of the old Oregon Trail. Behind me -- forever -- is the warfare of Washington. I know that I shall never again see the storied symbols of my country's capital, the high Dome, the iron-fenced White House, the new, gleaming façades of the Supreme Court of the United States. I know that I have but a little while to watch this wider panorama of the plains; but from the bottom of my heart I am glad to be back on this side of the Missouri. For I am part of the West, bone of its bone, sinew of its sinew. I am, as I have been these long years, a Westerner, a Nebraskan, a sandhills lawyer. I am no longer -- as I should never have been -- a Washington politician. I can rejoice that I have found it out in time to return to this, my home land.

The West has given me many and great gifts. I have tried, often in ways that no one but a Westerner would understand, to repay her for them. Now I have come to the time and place where I can do her only one more service. In the little time that . . .

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