He had seen the end of an era,the sunset of the pioneer. He had come upon it when already its glory was nearly spent. So in the buffalo times a traveller used to come uponthe embers of a hunter's fire… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“The song is gone; the dance is secret with the dancers in the earth, the ritual useless, and the tribal story lost in an alien tale. Only the grass stands up to mark the dancing-ring; the apple-gums posture and mime… — Judith Wright Copy Share Image
