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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from My Antonia by Willa Cather: the most sacred of words.
Early the next morning I ran out-of-doors to look about me.
I had been told that ours was the only wooden house west
of Black Hawk--until you came to the Norwegian settlement,
where there were several. Our neighbours lived in sod
houses and dugouts--comfortable, but not very roomy.
Our white frame house, with a storey and half-storey above
the basement, stood at the east end of what I might call
the farmyard, with the windmill close by the kitchen door.
From the windmill the ground sloped westward, down to the barns
and granaries and pig-yards. This slope was trampled hard
My Antonia |
