O Pioneers

How terrible it was to love people when you could not really share their lives!

"And now the old story has begun to write itself over there," said Carl softly. "Isn't it queer: there are only two or three human stories, and they go on repeating themselves as fiercely as if they had never happened before; like the larks in this country, that have been singing the same five notes over for thousands of years."

A pioneer should have imagination, should be able to enjoy the idea of things more than the things themselves.