Caddie Woodlawn

How far I've come! I'm the same girl and yet not the same. I wonder if it's always like that? Folks keep growing from one person into another all their lives, and life is just a lot of everyday adventures. Well, whatever life is, I like it.

It's a strange thing, but somehow we expect more of girls than of boys. It is the sisters and wives and mothers, you know, Caddie, who keep the world sweet and beautiful. What a rough world it would be if there were only men and boys in it, doing things in their rough way! A woman's task is to teach them gentleness and courtesy and love and kindness. It's a big task, too, Caddie--harder than cutting trees or building mills or damming rivers. It takes nerve and courage and patience, but good women have those things. They have them just as much as the men who build bridges and carve roads through the wilderness. A woman's work is something fine and noble to grow up to, and it is just as important as a man's.

If at first you don't fricassee, Fry, fry a hen!

No, that is not what I want for you, my little girl. I want you to be a woman with a wise and understanding heart, healthy in body and honest in mind.

. . . the three adventurers were overcome by that delicious weariness which suddenly overtakes one at the end of an outdoor day.

Savages were savages, but what could one expect of civilized men who plotted massacre?

In those days the worst vice in England was pride, I guess—the worst vice of all, because folks thought it was a virtue.

It was a hard struggle, but what I have in life I have earned with my own hands. I have done well, and I have an honest man's honest pride. I want no lands and honors which I have not won by my own good sense and industry.

Pioneer children were always having mishaps, but they were expected to know how to use their heads in emergencies.

It was a hard struggle, but what I have in life I have earned with my own hands. I have done well, and I have an honest man’s honest pride. I want no lands and honors which I have not won by my own good sense and industry.

Whatever happens I want you to think of yourselves as young Americans, and I want you to be proud of that. It is difficult to tell you about England, because there all men are not free to pursue their own lives in their own ways. Some men live like princes, while other men must beg for the very crusts that keep them alive.

although they might never be rich or famous in America, they would have the satisfaction of knowing that what they had they had made for themselves.

. . . the three adventurers were overcome by that delicious weariness which suddenly overtakes on at the end of an outdoor day.