The side of it that impresses me, however, is the lapse of time as measured in conditions and institutions.

That was barbarism; and it was Iowa! And it was in my lifetime.

It was in a region now as completely developed as England, and it goes back to things as raw and primitive as King Arthur's time.

I wonder if his knights were not in the main, pretty shabby rascals, as bad as Dick McGill--or Cow Vandemark?
But Gertrude has not yet heard all about that night's work.) "Now," said McGill, "for the others! Load up, and come on.

This fellow will never look behind him!" But he did! The next and the last stop, was away down on Section Thirty-five--two miles farther.