An' it seemed one of the things I was goin' to fight for.

Reckon I didn't the idea of the Germans havin' my Painted Desert.

I didn't get across to fight for it, but I shore was willin'." "You see, Carley, this is our America," said Flo, softly.
Carley had never understood the meaning of the word.

The immensity of the West seemed flung at her.

What her vision beheld, so far-reaching and boundless, was only a dot on the map.
"Does any one live--out there ?" she asked, with slow sweep of hand.
"A few white traders and some Indian tribes," replied Stanton.