O Pioneers!

you can find out the sort of wife he needs; and usually it's exactly the sort you are not.

live had torn itself and bled and weakened for the last time, until the chain secured a dead woman, who might cautiously be released.

he had never thought of her as being a woman at all, only a sister. As

She had felt as if her heart were hiding down there, somewhere, with the quail and the plover and all the little wild things that crooned or buzzed in the sun.

Years afterward she thought of the duck as still there, swimming and diving all by herself in the sunlight, a kind of enchanted bird that did not know age or change.

In eleven long years John Bergson had made but little impression upon the wild land he had come to tame.

felt, as it were, in her own body the joyous germination in the soil.

There are women who spread ruin around them through no fault of theirs, just by being too beautiful, too full of life and love. They can't help it. People come to them as people go to a warm fire in winter.

She blamed Marie bitterly. And why, with her happy, affectionate nature, should she have brought destruction and sorrow to all who had loved her,