without cause, but more or less with cause. Man is created to
fight; he is perhaps best of all definable as a born soldier;
his life 'a battle and a march,' under the right General. It is
forever indispensable for a man to fight: now with Necessity,
with Barrenness, Scarcity, with Puddles, Bogs, tangled Forests,
unkempt Cotton;--now also with the hallucinations of his poor
fellow Men. Hallucinatory visions rise in the head of my poor
fellow man; make him claim over me rights which are not his.
All Fighting, as we noticed long ago, is the dusty conflict of
strengths each thinking itself the strongest, or, in other words,
the justest;--of Mights which do in the long-run, and forever
will in this just Universe in the long-run, mean Rights. In
conflict the perishable part of them, beaten sufficiently, flies
off into dust: this process ended, appears the imperishable, the
true and exact.

And now let us remark a second thing: how, in these baleful
operations, a noble devout-hearted Chevalier will comfort
himself, and an ignoble godless Bucanier and Chactaw Indian.
Victory is the aim of each. But deep in the heart of the noble
man it lies forever legible, that, as an Invisible just God made
him, so will and must God's justice and this only, were it never
so invisible, ultimately prosper in all controversies and
enterprises and battles whatsoever. What an Influence; ever-
present,--like a Soul in the rudest Caliban of a body; like a
ray of Heaven, and illuminative creative _Fiat-Lux,_ in the
wastest terrestrial Chaos! Blessed divine Influence, traceable
even in the horror of Battlefields and garments rolled in blood:
how it ennobles even the Battlefield; and, in place of a Chactaw
Massacre, makes it a Field of Honour! A Battlefield too is
great. Considered well, it is a kind of Quintessence of Labour;
Labour distilled into its utmost concentration; the significance
of years of it compressed into an hour. Here too thou shalt be
strong, and not in muscle only, if thou wouldst prevail. Here
too thou shalt be strong of heart, noble of soul; thou shalt
dread no pain or death, thou shalt not love ease or life; in
rage, thou shalt remember mercy, justice;--thou shalt be a Knight
and not a Chactaw, if thou wouldst prevail! It is the rule of
all battles, against hallucinating fellow Men, against unkempt
Cotton, or whatsoever battles they may be which a man in this
world has to fight.

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