at Machiasport, Maine
December 23, 2012
December 23, 2012
December 3, 2012
November 12, 2012
The last paragraph of “The Hiltons’ Holiday” from the wonderful The Country of the Pointed Firs and Other Stories by Sarah Orne Jewett. This edition selected and with a forward by Willa Cather. Doubleday, 1956:
It was evening again, the frogs were piping in the lower meadows, and in the woods, higher up the great hill, a little owl began to hoot. The sea air, salt and heavy, was blowing in over the country at the end of the hot bright day. A lamp was lighted in the house, the happy children were talking together, and supper was waiting. The father and mother lingered for a moment outside and looked down over the shadowy fields; then they went in, without speaking. The great day was over, and they shut the door.
October 11, 2012
October 11, 2012
Hodder & Stoughton, 1909.
from the foreword: IN Western Canada there is to be seen to-day that most fascinating of all human phenomena, the making of a nation. Out of breeds diverse in tradition, in ideals, in speech, and in manner of life … one people is being made. The blood strains of great races will mingle in the blood of a race greater than the greatest of them all.
