Wilderness of Spring
"[...]never understand my fellow men. Babes and women cut open and burned alive...." The Abenaki, Ben knew, had not changed. Climbing out there with Reuben the other day, he had seen the snow, high and hard-crusted against the stockade walls. Beyond the window clouds would be still rushing in their silence. Ben heard his mother saying in distress: "So long ago, Joseph! Let it be." "Oh, Adna, I do rattle on.... I hear Captain Wells is not content about our palisade. It will stand, so we have men behind it, not snowmen. And I hear the common talk that Dudley should have done better by us. I think he did what he could. What's one minikin village in all the Massachusetts?-but you can't ask the village to see it so, it a'n't human. Dudley's politics and religion cause them to damn him for all else. Should caterpillars ravage the corn again it will be[...]."
- Paperback | 340 pages
- 152.4 x 228.6 x 16.26mm | 485.34g
- 16 Jul 2015
- Createspace Independent Publishing Platform
- United States
- black & white illustrations