My Antonia (1917) 

Willa Cather (1876-1947)

"There was nothing but land: not a country at all, but the material out of which countries are made. No, there was nothing but land--slightly undulating, I knew, because often our wheels ground against the brake as we went down into a hollow and lurched up again on the other side. I had the feeling that the world was left behind, that we had got over the edge of it, and were outside man's jurisdiction. I had never before looked up at the sky when there was not a familiar mountain ridge against it. But this was the complete dome of heaven all there was of it." (Bk1 Ch1 11)

Contents
Dedication
Introduction

Book 1
Book 2
Book 3
Book 4
Book 5

Full

Book 1

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19

Book 2

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15

Book 3

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4

Book 4

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4

Book 5

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3

This version of the text was edited by Laura Krahn and Kristen Seas, 2000.

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