Remember well, and bear in mind, a constant friend is hard to find.

Far worst of all, the fever had settled in Mary's eyes, and Mary was blind.

People used to have time to live and enjoy themselves, but there is no time anymore for anything but work, work, work.

The world seems a lonesome place when mother has passed away and only memories of her are left.

So Pa sold the little house. He sold the cow and calf. He made hickory bows and fastened them upright to the wagon box. Ma helped him stretch white canvas over them.

The enormous lake stretched flat and smooth and white all the way to the edge of the gray sky. Wagon tracks went away across it, so far that you could not see where they went; they ended in nothing at all.

These times are too progressive. Everything has changed too fast. Railroads and telegraphs and kerosene and coal stoves -- they're good to have but the trouble is, folks get to depend on 'em.