Mary Antin,
From Plotzk to Boston
“ The wheels and hoofs make a great noise on the stones, the roar of the sea and the wind among the branches have an unfriendly sound.The horses never weary. Still they run. There are no houses now in view, save now and then a solitary one, far away. I can see the ocean. Oh, it is stormy. The dark waves roll inward, the white foam flies high in the air; deep sounds come from it. The wheels and hoofs make a great noise; the wind is stronger, and says, "Do you hear the sea?" And the ocean's roar threatens. ”
