Chapter I Home from the War

Taken from “A Son of the Middle Border” by Hamlin Garland

All of this universe known to me in the Year of 1864 was bounded by the wooded hills of a little Wisconsin coulee, and its center was the cottage in which my mother was living alone_my father was in the war.  As I project myself back into that mystical age, half lights cover most of the valley.  The road before our door stone begins and ends in vague obscurity_and Granma Green’s house at the fork of the trail stands on the very edge of the world in a sinister region peopled with bears and other menacing creatures.  Beyond this point all is darkness and terror.