My Antonia

by Willa Sibert Cather

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pubOne.info thank you for your continued support and wish to present you this new edition. LAST summer I happened to be crossing the plains of Iowa in a season of intense heat, and it was my good fortune to have for a traveling companion James Quayle Burden— Jim Burden, as we still call him in the West. He and I are old friends— we grew up together in the same Nebraska town— and we had much to say to each other. While the train flashed through never-ending miles of ripe wheat, by country towns and bright-flowered pastures and oak groves wilting in the sun, we sat in the observation car, where the woodwork was hot to the touch and red dust lay deep over everything. The dust and heat, the burning wind, reminded us of many things. We were talking about what it is like to spend one's childhood in little towns like these, buried in wheat and corn, under stimulating extremes of climate: burning summers when the world lies green and billowy beneath a brilliant sky, when one is fairly stifled in vegetation, in the color and smell of strong weeds and heavy harvests; blustery winters with little snow, when the whole country is stripped bare and gray as sheet-iron

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Published: November 27, 2011

Language: English

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ISBN - 13: 9782819924135

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My Antonia

My Antonia

by Willa Sibert Cather

Format: Kobo Edition (eBook)

Published: November 27, 2011

Language: English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10: 2819924131

ISBN - 13: 9782819924135

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pubOne.info thank you for your continued support and wish to present you this new edition. LAST summer I happened to be crossing the plains of Iowa in a season of intense heat, and it was my good fortune to have for a traveling companion James Quayle Burden— Jim Burden, as we still call him in the West. He and I are old friends— we grew up together in the same Nebraska town— and we had much to say to each other. While the train flashed through never-ending miles of ripe wheat, by country towns and bright-flowered pastures and oak groves wilting in the sun, we sat in the observation car, where the woodwork was hot to the touch and red dust lay deep over everything. The dust and heat, the burning wind, reminded us of many things. We were talking about what it is like to spend one's childhood in little towns like these, buried in wheat and corn, under stimulating extremes of climate: burning summers when the world lies green and billowy beneath a brilliant sky, when one is fairly stifled in vegetation, in the color and smell of strong weeds and heavy harvests; blustery winters with little snow, when the whole country is stripped bare and gray as sheet-iron
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