Up the Country: A Saga of Pioneering Days Book

"Now the men were replacing their crape-draped hats and moving away over the trampled flowers, leaving Emily alone in the cemetery at the far end of the hollow that stretched between Three Rivers and Bool Bool proper. They took their grief away with them from that place where the violets were blue amid the grass, the golden soldier buttons nodded in the sun, and the noisy magpies and plovers, anxious for their nestlings, savagely threatened the intruders. But their grief was inappropriate for Emily, and flowed only from their sense of shock. Hers was the triumph-to be forever young in their memory, unwearied and well pleased with love. Hers was the privilege-to be mourned in the splendour of her youth and beauty by the community as if she were a public personage, to have a small army of brothers and brothers-in-law as pallbearers, and to cause to weep, unashamed, half a dozen stalwart lovers, and her own desired the most desired of all." -Read More