My Antonia
| dc.contributor | Library, of America |
| dc.contributor.author | Cather, Willa |
| dc.coverage.placeName | New York |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2018-07-27 |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2019-07-04T09:55:08Z |
| dc.date.available | 2019-07-04T09:55:08Z |
| dc.date.created | 1918 |
| dc.date.issued | 1993-06-08 |
| dc.identifier | ota:1530 |
| dc.identifier.citation | http://purl.ox.ac.uk/ota/1530 |
| dc.identifier.uri | http://hdl.handle.net/20.500.12024/1530 |
| dc.description.abstract | SGML-tagged version |
| dc.format.extent | Text data A unspecified offline |
| dc.format.medium | Digital bitstream |
| dc.language | English |
| dc.language.iso | eng |
| dc.publisher | University of Oxford |
| dc.relation.ispartof | Oxford Text Archive Core Collection |
| dc.rights | Creative Commons - Attribution 3.0 Unported (CC BY 3.0) |
| dc.rights.uri | http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/ |
| dc.rights.label | PUB |
| dc.title | My Antonia |
| dc.type | Text |
| has.files | yes |
| branding | Oxford Text Archive |
| files.size | 477747 |
| files.count | 2 |
| otaterms.date.range | 1900-1999 |
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<Text id=CatMyAn>
<Author>Cather, Willa</Author>
<Title>My Antonia</Title>
<ct>Early Novels and Stories</ct>
<ed>Library of America</ed>
<pub>New York: Literary Classics of the U.S., 1987</pub>
<Date>1918</Date>
<body>
<loc><locdoc>CatMyAn711</locdoc><milestone n=711>
<div0 n=Introduction>
<l><i>Optima dies . . . prima fugit</i> </l>
<l> VIRGIL </l>
<l>TO </l>
<l>CARRIE AND IRENE MINER </l>
<l><i>In memory of affections old and true</i> </l>
<p>Last summer I happened to be crossing the plains of
Iowa in a season of intense heat, and it was my good
fortune to have for a traveling companionJames Quayle Burden
-- Jim Burden, as we still call him in the West. He and I
are old friends -- we grew up together in the same Nebraska
town -- and we had much to say to each other. While the
train flashed through never-ending miles of ripe wheat, by
country towns and bright-flowered pastures and oak groves
wilting in the sun, we sat in the obser . . .
