“Already the rain had become an element of life like the air Mark breathed, and when it stopped, he missed it somehow, and found himself listening for the drip, drip, drip that seemed now a necessary and comforting component of… — Margaret Craven 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 way.” — 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 where loneliness… — 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, and found… — 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 not belong,… — Margaret Craven 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.' Tagoona asked,… — Margaret Craven 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 the climax… — Margaret Craven Copy Share Image
There is a strange depression that hangs over every little town that is no longer in the mainstream of life. — Margaret Craven 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 was the… — Margaret Craven 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 a member… — Margaret Craven 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 each knew… — Margaret Craven Copy Share Image
