She was struck down because she happened by chance to encounter this man; such is life, it's really inconceivable. She rode out to... Freienwalde to protect her friend, and there she was strangled, strangled, killed, extinguished; such is life.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Nature is thoroughly mediate. It is made to serve. It receives the dominion of man as meekly as the ass on which the Saviour rode.... It offers all its kingdoms to man as the raw material which he may mould into what is useful. Man is never weary of working it up.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
"It's hard to tell you how I managed it. When I saw the shaft had me by the coat,... I didn't try too long to pull away, Or fumble for my knife to cut away, I just embraced the shaft and rode it out...."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
(The black stream, catching on a sunken rock, Flung backward on itself in one white wave,... And the white water rode the black forever.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Once, when dust rolled up from the road and the fields were high with heavy-handled wheat and the leaves of every tree were gray a...nd curledup and hung head down, I went in the meadow with an old broom like a gun, where the dandelions had begun to seed and the low ground was cracked, and I flushed grasshoppers from the goldenrod in whirring clouds like quail and shot them down. I smelled wheat in the warm wind and every weed. I tasted dust in my mouth.... I hunted Horse Simon in the shade of a tree. I rode the broom over the brown meadow grass and with a fist like pistol butt and trigger shot the Indian on Horse Simon down.... My horse had a golden tail. Dust rolled up behind. He was on the tractor in a broad-brimmed hat. With a fist like a pistol butt and trigger, going fast, I shot him down.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
We had an inspection today of the brigade. The Twenty-third was pronounced the crack regiment in appearance, ... [but] I could see... only six to ten in a company of the old men. They all smiled as I rode by. But as I passed away I couldn't help dropping a few natural tears. I felt as I did when I saw them mustered in at Camp Chase.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Perhaps you have forgotten me. Dont [sic] you remember a long black fellow who rode on horseback with you from Tremont to Springfi...eld nearly ten years ago, swimming your horses over the Mackinaw on the trip? Well, I am that same one fellow yet.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »