Funny how all those peaks and ridges crop up suddenly around here out of what seems meant to have been a level country." "I like it better because it isn't level," said Dick.

"I'm afraid George and I wouldn't care much for your prairie country which just rolls on forever, almost without trees and clear running streams." "You would care for it," said Pennington stoutly.

"You'd miss at first the clear rivers and creeks, but then the spell of it would take hold of you.

The air you breathe isn't like the air you breathe anywhere else." "We've got some air of our own in Vermont that we could brag about, if we wanted to," said Warner, defiantly.
"It's good, but not as good as ours.

And then the vast distances, the great spaces take hold of you.