There came to port last Sunday night the queerest little craft, without an inch of rigging on; I looked and looked – and laughed. It seemed so curious that she should cross the unknown water, and moor herself within my room – my daughter! O my daughter! George Washington Cable Read Quote
And in the afternoon they entered a land – but such a land! A land hung in mourning, darkened by gigantic cypresses, submerged; a land of reptiles, silence, shadow, decay. George Washington Cable Read Quote
