We were at sea—there is no other adequate expression—on the plains of Nebraska.
It was a world almost without a feature; an empty sky, and empty earth.
The green plain ran till it touched the skirts of Heaven.
Bill Batson
We were at sea—there is no other adequate expression—on the plains of Nebraska.
It was a world almost without a feature; an empty sky, and empty earth.
The green plain ran till it touched the skirts of Heaven.
Bill Batson
It was a world almost without a feature; an empty sky, and empty earth.
The green plain ran till it touched the skirts of Heaven.
Bill Batson
