Georgia Wood Pangborn

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Georgia Wood Pangborn Three Sisters Of The Wilderness (1911)

There were some men and women, however, who did not close their windows on the Wilderness side, and had not such a cultivated taste for sunsets that they were able to disregard the annoyances of the swamp. And they kept on listening and worrying, until they said, ‘This is unendurable! If the Wilderness is as old as the race, then it is older than it should he, and the race is too old to endure such folly any longer!’ and they went down, and drained swamps, and fought with beasts and worse, and saved little children, and let in light and air where men and women were working.
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Georgia Wood Pangborn Three Sisters Of The Wilderness (1911)

For all odors are the words of a language, and just as violets mean girls like Molly, so the breath of poor Sidney’s card meant the dreadful hospital cleanliness of pain and death. And, more than that, to Molly’s mother it meant a man not young and enthusiastic like Sidney, but an older man, overworked and weary and saddened, with heart a little calloused by the ceaseless tapping upon it of Sorrow’s fingertips,—a soldier who every day, all his life, must go down into the field against the pale horseman, whose sword often and often must be out of its scabbard all night long.
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Georgia Wood Pangborn Three Sisters Of The Wilderness (1911)

The people on the Hill used to have their washing done there; in fact, all the rough work of the Hill people was done there as a matter of course.
“‘Civilization,’ the Hill people said, ‘is without doubt the most important thing m the world; but naturally it takes a great deal of work to keep it up properly. That is what these Wilderness people are for. How, for instance, could we dress for dinner if nobody ironed our shirts? We work too; just as hard as they, but in a different way. We work with our heads instead of our hands—at least some of us do.
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