My Antonia: The Original 1918 Edition (A Willa Cather Classics)

by Willa Cather

During that burning day when we were crossing Iowa, our talk kept returning to a central figure, a Bohemian girl whom we had known long ago and whom both of us admired. More than any other person we remembered, this girl seemed to mean to us the country, the conditions, the whole adventure of our childhood.

I would set down on paper all that I remembered of Antonia if he would do the same. We might, in this way, get a picture of her.

spoke kindly to me, but he was not demonstrative. I felt at once his deliberateness and personal dignity,

gentleman,’ and his name was Dude. Fuchs told me everything I wanted to know: how he had lost his ear in a Wyoming blizzard when he was a stage-driver,