“This was the road over which Antonia and I came on that night when we got off the train at Black Hawk and were bedded down in the straw, wondering children, being taken we knew not whither. I had only… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
Now I understood that the same road was to bring us together again. Whatever we had missed, we possessed together the precious, the incommunicable past. — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
