O Pioneers! (Google eBook)

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Houghton Mifflin Company, 1913 - Nebraska - 306 pages
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So begins an amazing love story. - LibraryThing
In addition, I thought the ending was a little weak. - LibraryThing
Not in what happens, but in the writing of the ending. - LibraryThing

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User Review  - Jules - Goodreads

An excellent work of early feminism. Cather's protagonist, Alexandra, is an quiet, undaunted spirit who perseveres and thrives in a difficult land, who sacrifices for unappreciative, bitter brothers ... Read full review

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Beautiful prose. Read full review

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Page 38 - He causeth the grass to grow for the cattle, And herb for the service of man : That he may bring forth food out of the earth...
Page 38 - He sendeth the springs into the valleys, which run among the hills. They give drink to every beast of the field : the wild asses quench their thirst.
Page 22 - Now, when he had at last struggled out of debt, he was going to die himself. He was only forty-six, and had, of course, counted upon more time. Bergson had spent his first five years on the Divide getting into debt, and the last six getting out. He had paid off his mortgages and had ended pretty much where he began, with the land. He owned exactly six hundred and forty acres of what stretched outside his door; his own original homestead and timber claim, making three hundred and twenty acres, and...
Page 48 - A pioneer . . . should be able to enjoy the idea of things more than the things themselves," Miss Gather says; disaster comes when an idea becomes an actuality.
Page 119 - There are only two or three human stories, and they go on repeating themselves as fiercely as if they had never happened before.
Page 77 - It gives itself ungrudgingly to the moods of the season, holding nothing back. Like the plains of Lombardy, it seems to rise a little to meet the sun. The air and the earth are curiously mated and intermingled, as if the one were the breath of the other.
Page 92 - Ivar pulled a red handkerchief out of the breast of his blouse and wiped his eyes and beard. "But I should not wish you to keep me if, as they say, it is against your interests, and if it is hard for you to get hands because I am here." Alexandra made an impatient gesture, but the old man put out his hand and went on earnestly: "Listen, mistress, it is right that you should take these things into account. You know that my spells come from God, and that I would not harm any living creature. You...
Page 83 - On either side of the road, for a mile before you reached the foot of the hill, stood tall osage orange hedges, their glossy green marking off the yellow fields. South of the hill, in a low, sheltered swale, surrounded by a mulberry hedge, was the orchard, its fruit trees knee-deep in timothy grass.
Page 65 - For the first time, perhaps, since that land emerged from the waters of geologic ages, a human face was set toward it with love and yearning.
Page 3 - One January day, thirty years ago, the little town of Hanover, anchored on a windy Nebraska tableland, was trying not to be blown away.

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