"Jim," she said earnestly, "if I was put down there in the middle of the night, I could find my way all over that little town; and... along the river to the next town, where my grandmother lived. My feet remember all the little paths through the woods, and where the big roots stick out to trip you. I ain't never forgot my own country."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Where the heart is, there the muses, there the gods sojourn, and not in any geography of fame. Massachusetts, Connecticut River, a...nd Boston Bay, you think paltry places, and the ear loves names of foreign and classic topography. But here we are; and, if we tarry a little, we may come to learn that here is best. See to it, only, that thyself is here;--and art and nature, hope and fate, friends, angels, and the Supreme Being, shall not absent from the chamber where thou sittest.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
But I go with my friend to the shore of our little river, and with one stroke of the paddle, I leave the village politics and pers...onalities, yes, and the world of villages and personalities behind, and pass into a delicate realm of sunset and moonlight, too bright almost for spotted man to enter without novitiate and probation.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
On a tree by a river a little tom-tit Sang "Willow, titwillow, titwillow!"... And I said to him, "Dicky-bird, why do you sit Singing, 'Willow, titwillow, titwillow'? Is it a weakness of intellect, birdie?" I cried, "Or a rather tough worm in your little inside?"LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Well, Pa, a woman can change better than a man. A man lives, sort of, well, in jerks. A baby's born or somebody dies and that's a ...jerk. He gets a farm or loses it and that's a jerk. With a woman, it's all in one flow, like a stream. Little eddies and waterfalls, but the river, it goes right on. A woman looks at it that way.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Nor must Uncle Sam's Web-feet be forgotten. At all the watery margins they have been present. Not only on the deep sea, the broad ...bay, and the rapid river, but also up the narrow muddy bayou, and wherever the ground was a little damp, they have been, and made their tracks.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The name of the town isn't important. It's the one that's just twenty-eight minutes from the big city. Twenty-three if you catch t...he morning express. It's on a river and it's got houses and stores and churches. And a main street. Nothing fancy like Broadway or Market, just plain Broadway. Drug, dry good, shoes. Those horrible little chain stores that breed like rabbits.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Is America a land of God where saints abide for ever? Where golden fields spread fair and broad, where flows the crystal river? Ce...rtainly not flush with saints, and a good thing, too, for the saints sent buzzing into man's ken now are but poor- mouthed ecclesiastical film stars and cliché-shouting publicity agents. Their little knowledge bringing them nearer to their ignorance, Ignorance bringing them nearer to death, But nearness to death no nearer to God.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »