There is a strange depression that hangs over every little town that is no longer in the mainstream of life. — Margaret Craven Depression Copy Share Image
“Here every bird and fish knew its course. Every tree had its own place upon this earth. Only man had lost his… — Margaret Craven Bird Copy Share Image
“There was nothing but a lonely magnificence of sea and islands” — Margaret Craven Islands Copy Share Image
“He watched their faces, and he knew each meant desperately what she said because they loved each other, and deep inside surely… — Margaret Craven Communication Copy Share Image
Past the village flowed the river, like time, like life itself, waiting for the swimmer to come again on his way to… — Margaret Craven Adventurous Copy Share Image
If you grow up where a snow mountain lifts its proud crown on the home horizon, in some strange way it becomes… — Margaret Craven Copy Share Image
“Already the rain had become an element of life like the air Mark breathed, and when it stopped, he missed it somehow,… — Margaret Craven Copy Share Image
“How must he prove himself? What was it they wished to know of him? And what did he know of himself here… — Margaret Craven Life Copy Share Image
“When he had first come to the village,it was the future that loomed huge.So much to plan.So much to learn. Then it… — Margaret Craven Mind Copy Share Image
“We are glad you have been ordained as the first priest of your people. Now you can help us with their problem.'… — Margaret Craven Copy Share Image
What a shame that Christianity had come here!If the white man had not intruded where he was not wanted, where he did… — Margaret Craven Bird Copy Share Image
