No Greater Burden

Chapter Thirty-Four

The next morning, Michaela and Sully rode at a leisurely pace from the canyon, through the tall, brown prairie grass toward their campsite. They were feeling more settled than they had in days. Wounds had been healed, friendships restored, and a life spared. They were once again standing side by side on solid ground, a foundation which had been strengthened and reinforced by the obstacles that had threatened to steer them off course. Having gotten far more out of this trip than they ever imagined, together they decided that the time had come to go home, back to Colorado, secure in the knowledge that their friends were doing all they could to survive.

As their campsite came into view, the couple shared an amused glance at the first sight of their family. They were engaged in a spirited stick tossing game with the wolf. Eager to greet their children, they brought their horses to a stop, dismounted, secured them near the wagon, and walked hand in hand in their direction.

"Mama! Papa!" Josef hollered and waved. He ran over to them, barreling into his mother at full force, wrapping his arms securely around her waist. Michaela reared back slightly before being steadied by Sully's firm hand against her back. Katie joined her brother at her parent's side, giving them both a kiss.

Sully drew his daughter into a warm embrace. Glancing over the top of her head, he noticed Live in Hopes standing off to the side, looking slightly uncomfortable. "It's good ta see you," Sully said to the boy. "What brings ya out this way? Another lesson?"

Live in Hopes became tongue-tied and couldn't think of an appropriate response. His lessons with Katie had ended a few days ago. They both agreed that spending time together, talking, was the best way for each of them to learn the other's language. This morning, he had come by for the sole purpose of spending time with Katie, but he wasn't sure he should admit that to her father. Finally, he found his voice and offered an excuse. "I…uh…I came to see the wolf."

Michaela noticed the awkward silence and the subtle glances between Live in Hopes and her daughter. At hearing him stutter over his words, she studied the two of them carefully.

Dorothy walked over with two steaming hot cups of coffee. "I thought you could use these."

"Sure could, thanks," Sully said, reaching for the cup and blowing on it before taking a sip.

The sudden thrust of a coffee cup in front of her interrupted Michaela's concentration. Reluctantly, her eyes left Katie to accept the cup. "Thank you, Dorothy," she said cheerfully. Her face was lit up with a radiant smile that was intended to silently communicate to her friend that all was well.

Dorothy nodded in understanding, returning her friend's smile with a relieved grin of her own. "Brian cooked trout for us this morning. Would you like me to see if there's any left?"

Before Michaela had a chance to answer, Brian advanced toward them carrying a plate of fish and biscuits. "We saved you some," he said, noticing that both his parents seemed more relaxed than they had been for several days. Gone were the deep worry lines on his mother's face along with the dark circles under her eyes. Also absent were his father's pain darkened expressions.

"Thanks, Brian, I'm starved," Sully said, reaching for a biscuit and taking a large bite. It tasted delicious, mainly because it was the first food he had eaten since yesterday afternoon.

"The wolf's better," Josef told his mother. He took the stick and tossed it out for the animal to retrieve.

"I can see that," Michaela said, watching him run, pick up the stick in his mouth and trot back, depositing it at Josef's feet. He sniffed the ground, and then looked up expectantly at Josef, waiting for him to toss the stick again.

Josef complied by throwing the stick once more. "Papa said he was gonna leave us to live with other wolves, but he came back. Can we take him home?"

"Well," she began, seeking out Sully's eyes for an appropriate answer.

"Please," Josef begged.

Sully swallowed the food in his mouth before responding. "Joe, he's young. He still might go back ta the woods. But, if he's still here when we're ready ta go home, and he wants ta come with us, you can take 'im home."

Katie's brows were drawn in confusion. "How are we gonna know if he wants to come with us? He can't tell us."

"Katie, he'll tell us in his own way," Brian supplied.

"Brian's right," Sully said, bringing the cup to his mouth for another sip of coffee. "If he hangs around an' settles in the wagon when we're ready ta leave, I'd say he's tellin' us he wants ta come."

"If he's going to be with us, you might want to think of a name for him," Michaela suggested.

"How 'bout Wolf," Josef said, kneeling on the ground to pet the wolf.

Michaela crouched down, placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, and looked her son in the eye. "Sweetheart, I think you should choose a different name. Wolf holds a special place in our family and he should be the only one to bear that name."

"After all, there was only one Wolf," Brian added. He tossed the rest of the uneaten breakfast to the animal before stepping toward the campfire and dousing it. No longer needed for cooking, the fire was adding unwelcome warmth to the already scorching hot day.

"What's wolf in Cheyenne?" Katie asked Live in Hopes.

"Ho'nehe," he replied.

"I wanna pick his name. I found him," Josef said, fearful his sister was taking control. He sat on the ground, lifted the wolf into his arms, and settled him on his lap as he considered suitable names. "What about Trapper, 'cause I found him in a trap?"

"I like it," Katie said, squatting to scratch the animal's head.

"That's a good name," Live in Hopes agreed.

"Trapper it is then," Michaela confirmed, rising to her full height. She noticed how her children doted on the young animal and how he relished the attention.

"Papa, I think he looks like Wolf. You see the white on his chest. You think he's his pup? Maybe Wolf sent him to us."

"Josef, I don't think…" Michaela began in a sympathetic tone.

Sully flashed a look of caution to his wife and cut in. "Joe, Wolf would go away ta hunt an' spend time with other wolves, but I don't think he roamed this far. But, over the years, he probably had lots o' pups. There's really no way o' knowin' for sure if this is one or not." Sully recognized how important it was for Josef to believe that this wolf shared a connection with Wolf, however unlikely a coincidence he believed it to be.

"Well, I think he's his pup. They look alike and act alike," Josef declared. His faith in Trapper's connection to Wolf would allow Josef to begin to let go of the burden of guilt he had been carrying inside since the day Wolf died.

"Is Trapper gonna go away, too, sometimes?" Katie asked. She sat beside her brother stroking the wiry gray fur on the wolf's back.

"Ya gotta let 'im do what's in his nature. Stayin' with us has gotta be his choice. Ya understand?" Sully gulped the last drops of his coffee and walked over to the fire for another cup. After he filled his cup, he brought the remaining coffee over for his wife.

Josef nodded halfheartedly, unwilling to face the possibility that his new friend might choose to leave. "When are we going home?"

"Real soon. I need ta speak with Cloud Dancin' first," Sully replied.

"I'm glad to hear that," Dorothy piped in. "I'm eager to return to the Gazette. Who knows what kind of mess Preston's left for me to clean up. Since I've already finished breakfast, I'm going down to the river to wash up. Michaela, will you be here when I return?"

"Yes. Sully's going to meet Cloud Dancing, while I stay here to catch up on chores. Later I'd like to visit with Night Crane," Michaela replied.

Katie had been mulling over the news of their imminent departure and sharing sad glances with Live in Hopes. After Dorothy departed, she addressed her parents. "Do we have to leave right away? Couldn't we stay a little longer?"

Michaela studied her daughter carefully, trying to identify the cause of her disappointment. Her eyes roamed from Katie to Live in Hopes and back again several times, an idea forming in her mind. "Your father and I need to return to work and shortly you'll be heading back to school."

"Your ma's right, Katie. We already stayed longer than we planned. It's time ta go home," Sully said.

Katie looked down at the ground thinking about ways to spend more time with Live in Hopes before she left. "Can Joey and me take Trapper for a walk in the tall grass with Live in Hopes?"

"Joey and I," Michaela corrected. "Yes, you may. I want all of you to stay together and don't be gone too long."

"We won't," the children replied in unison. Josef ran ahead with Trapper by his side. Katie and Live in Hopes lingered behind, walking slowly, deliberately putting distance between themselves and Josef.

Sully put his arm around Michaela and watched the children head off through the grass, the wolf at their side. "I didn't expect Katie ta take our leavin' so hard."

"I believe a particular young boy is responsible for that," Michaela said in a lighthearted tone.

Sully's eyes narrowed. "What are ya talkin' about?"

"Live in Hopes."

"They're friends."

"I believe they have a crush on each other."

Sully shook his head. "She's too young."

"She's a little older than Brian was when he had his first crush," she reminded him, gently stroking his arm.

Sully mulled that over in his mind for a while. "It don't bother you?"

Michaela looked up into his eyes. "Why should it bother me?

"You were bothered when it was Brian," he told her. Remembering how Michaela taught Brian about the birds and the bees still caused him to chuckle.

She wrapped her arm around his waist and leaned into him, her breath warm at his ear. "I have learned a few things since then. What I want to know is why it bothers you? You encouraged Brian with Sarah."

"That was different," he said, staring off in the distance where the children had just been.

"How was it different?"

"It just was. I don't like thinkin' some boy is lookin' at my little girl that way."

Michaela lightly laughed, finding her husband's discomfort amusing. "Live in Hopes is far too young to be thinking about Katie in an inappropriate fashion. I think it's sweet."

"I'm not ready for Katie ta start noticin' boys."

She linked her fingers with his. "You weren't going to be the only man in her life forever."

"No wonder Katie didn't seem eager 'bout goin' home."

"Are you?" She searched his eyes for reassurance.

He drew her close, resting his head against hers. "I'm ready."

"You will be leaving," Cloud Dancing said. The two men were in the woods hunting. They walked side by side, their quivers over their right shoulders and their bows ready. Sully had his eyes fixed on the trail searching for game, while Cloud Dancing kept his eyes on his friend, carefully observing his expressions, posture, and demeanor.

Sully's eyes flew to Cloud Dancing, pausing in his steps. "How'd ya know?"

Cloud Dancing stopped walking and faced his friend. "Your eyes shine with a brightness that has been missing these past few days, and you move with an ease I have not seen since you arrived here."

Sully grew quiet, averting his eyes and slumping his shoulders, as if by making himself smaller he could hide the truth that he was happy and at peace with his life, and with their decision to go home. It seemed wrong to feel contentment when the Cheyenne had so little.

Cloud Dancing watched a host of emotions play across his face, disturbed by how easily his mood changed from satisfaction to unease. "There is no greater burden."

Sully regarded him with a steady gaze. "What?"

"Guilt," Cloud Dancing said, pausing for a moment to make sure Sully absorbed his meaning. "There is no greater burden than guilt." He resumed walking, but slowed his pace when he became aware that Sully hadn't moved.

Sully lingered behind, unnerved by his transparency. Where the Cheyenne were concerned, he was consumed by guilt, guilt that he hadn't done enough, guilt that he had too much, and guilt that he was free to leave, choose his own life, and be happy. He and Cloud Dancing were brothers in every way that mattered, yet Sully's life was easier, solely because of the color of his skin. It was unfair, it made him angry, and yes, he felt guilty.

Cloud Dancing waited for Sully to catch up before speaking again. "I should know. It is also within me."

Sully gave him a long, hard sidelong glance. "You have nothin' ta feel guilty about. What's happened isn't your fault. You're doin' all ya can for your people."

"You have also done everything you can. It does me no good to see you unhappy. Knowing you are content, with a strong family, pleases me. None of what has happened is your fault."

"It's my people who are doin' this ta you." He felt culpable somehow, but helpless, too.

"You do not think I know the difference between you and them?"

"Course ya do. It's just…I wanted ta do more. I thought if we stayed, we could make a difference, make life more bearable for ya, only what's happenin is too big. I can't stop it. You, Michaela, an' even Brian, helped me ta see that no matter how much I wanted it, we can't go back ta the way it used ta be. You and Strong Bow are doin' all ya can. I know you're gonna keep the Cheyenne alive in the children. What happens in the future is in your hands and theirs. I gotta let go, but it's hard."

"You only need to let go of the guilt and your belief that you owe me more than you have already given. I still need your friendship and the Cheyenne need you to remember."

"You'll always have that." Sully slowed his pace, stopped, and gazed meaningfully at his friend. "Always."

Cloud Dancing lowered his voice to nearly a whisper. "After what came between us, I was not certain."

"Ya never have ta worry 'bout that," Sully said, his blue eyes penetrating Cloud Dancing's brown ones. "I know it was the hate talkin'. Let it go."

Cloud Dancing lowered his eyes to the ground, his face drawn down in weariness and guilt. "I am afraid it is easier to see the foolishness of other men's prisons than to release yourself from one of your own making."

"Seems like guilt's been a burden ta all of us. It's eatin' away at Runnin' Wolf, has been for years. Ya think he'll ever find peace?"

As the two men resumed walking, their minds were on the conversation, not on the game they had set out to hunt. "Peace…no," Cloud Dancing said. "Acceptance is possible. It took great courage for him to come live among us, knowing the risk. I have come to believe he meant the truth to come out, even if he was not aware of it. The burden of carrying his secret was greater than the burden of living with the consequences. I no longer blame him for Washita." Cloud Dancing paused at the sound of broken twig. He listened hard, for in its sound he could tell whether the animal was small or large. It was neither, just a dry branch blown from a tree.

Sully, too, grew quiet and listened for what had drawn Cloud Dancing's attention. They shared an amused grin at the false alarm. "How'd ya get past it?"

"I realize now that Custer already knew where Black Kettle was camped. He had followed the Army's instructions to gather at Fort Cobb for protection. By being turned away, the Army had planned and sanctioned the massacre. Running Wolf and scouts like him were used to cover up Custer's real intent. Running Wolf spoke the truth. He did not kill us and torch our village. That was Custer. He tried to stop it. Though the blame is gone, forgiveness will take time."

"I understand," Sully said. They walked side by side, basking in each other's company, the natural rhythm of their friendship restored. As they talked now, it was as if no shadow had ever fallen between them. "He wants ta help ya. You believe that, don't ya?"

"I do. At first, I did not want to permit it, as if by denying him what he most wanted, I could prolong and worsen his suffering. When my desire for revenge receded, I came to see that his suffering did not help the Cheyenne. More good can come from his atonement."

"Michaela called it harvesting his guilt for good."

"That is the best use for guilt. Has Josef let go of his guilt?

Sully knelt to examine a patch of bent grass. He noticed more grass had been stepped on toward the right, and motioned for Cloud Dancing to follow. "Joe blames himself for Wolf's death. It's hard ta see 'im so upset and not be able ta help 'im."

"Does it help him to know that you do not also blame him?" Cloud Dancing examined the angle of the bend, trying to identify the animal that had passed.

"Some. The new wolf seems ta be helpin' more. Savin' that wolf's life made him feel better. He feels responsible for it, like it's his purpose. Joe's callin' 'im Trapper. Looks like he'll be comin' home with us." Sully hesitated, lowering his voice. "Joe thinks Wolf sent 'im."

"You do not?" he asked, noting the skepticism across his face.

Sully raised his eyebrows. "It's not likely."

"Now you sound like Michaela," Cloud Dancing said, chuckling. "You, yourself, have had experiences that cannot be reasoned or explained…when you knew where to find Michaela, and me. She has as well. Remember how visions of lilies directed her to you after you fell from the cliff. There are some mysteries we are meant to trust on faith."

"We didn't tell 'im he didn't send the wolf," Sully defended. He knew the world was full of mysteries that defied logic and perhaps this was one of them.

"It will be good for him to care for the wolf." Cloud Dancing read his face and understood what he saw there. "Having another wolf will be good for all of you."

Sully heard the unspoken reference to Wolf's death in his statement. "It's real hard. I still miss Wolf. I don't let on ta the kids, but sometimes I still see 'im and hear 'im. It's gonna be worse when we get home and he's not around. He was with me for so long. He was a part of me."

Cloud Dancing heard the pain in his voice and thought the new wolf would be good for Sully, too. Though he could never replace his beloved companion, he felt, in time, Trapper would assume the same role as protector of all of them. "When will you be leaving?"

"After your weddin'."

"I had wanted to tell you, we would like to be married tomorrow."

"We don't got any other plans," Sully said, lightening the mood.

"Does my brother, and best man, have any advice for me?"

Sully chuckled before growing serious. "Your marriage ta Snow Bird taught me more than I could ever tell you."

"I have asked myself what Snow Bird would think of this union," Cloud Dancing said. He had a far away look in his eyes, a look of remembering.

"She would understand."

"I believe that as well. Sully, answer one question for me. Among all the elements that contribute to a good marriage, what is the one that has done the most to strengthen yours?

Sully thought about the question for a long time. The word love was the first to enter his mind, but he remained quiet, knowing Cloud Dancing's marriage was born out of duty rather than the kind of love he felt for Michaela, the love that had carried them through their darkest days. His love for her had always been there, and while he couldn't imagine a strong marriage without it, there was another ingredient that probably did more to strengthen their marriage than any other. "Talk ta 'er."

Cloud Dancing couldn't guess how Sully would respond. He anticipated the words love, respect, or acceptance. The answer he gave caught him completely off guard, especially knowing Sully's introverted nature. "Talk?" Cloud Dancing needed to repeat it.

Sully gave him a swift grin. "It took me a long time ta learn that we could avoid a whole lotta misunderstandin' if we talked, told each other when somethin' was wrong or when one of us was hurtin'. When we first got married, neither one o' us was any good at communicatin' our feelin's. Now, even when we disagree, the talkin' helps, 'cause we understand each other better. I never thought I'd say this, but talkin' brought us closer together."

"You have both learned from each other and blended your ways. I will remember this advice."

"Cloud Dancin', I hope sharin' your life with someone will ease some o' the burden o' livin' here," Sully said sincerely.

"That is my hope as well."

"It's gonna be hard ta say goodbye ta you."

"We are always with each other, here," he said pressing his hand to his heart. "I will not say goodbye to you, for we will see each other again."

"When we come back, I expect ta see little Cloud Dancin's runnin' 'round here," Sully teased.

Cloud Dancing laughed. The laugh hid his deep longing for Sully's words to be prophetic, embarrassed by how desperately he wanted them to come true. It was a wanting so strong and primal, as fierce as his desire for the Cheyenne to survive. It wasn't the way of nature to outlive your wife and children. He was coming upon the sunset of his life. When he left this earth, his greatest desire was to have a child who might carry on his work on behalf of the Cheyenne.

"You have been practicing," Cloud Dancing told Josef, impressed by how far he had thrown the arrow.

"Papa's been helping me," Josef said, pleased by his throw. "Eyes Like the Sky, too. Sometimes I even beat him. But, I can't beat you."

"Joe, Cloud Dancin's been playin' this game since he was younger than you. Takes time," Sully said. He was seated on the ground, leaning against the base of a cottonwood tree, enjoying the sight of his children playing arrow mark with Cloud Dancing.

Katie stepped forward for her turn. She pulled her arm back, and then thrust it forward, letting go of the arrow. It soared through the air straight and far, landing far to the right of the others flat on the ground. "Oh," she said, stomping her foot in frustration. "I thought it would get closer."

Cloud Dancing came to stand behind her. "Katie, you hold your arm as if you were using a bow and arrow. For arrow mark, the throw is different." He took her right arm, moving it to show her the feel of the different throws. "Now try again." Katie took another turn, and this time her arrow landed right next to Josef's, its point straight down with the feathers of both arrows touching.

"Real good, Kates," Sully congratulated, clapping his hands.

"You have both learned quickly," Cloud Dancing praised.

Nea'ese, Katie replied.

Cloud Dancing smiled in appreciation and asked both children in Cheyenne if they wanted to play again. Katie and Cloud Dancing continued to exchange simple Cheyenne phrases while Josef took his turn in the game. "Sully, soon you can teach them how to throw the tomahawk."

"Can we Papa?" Josef jumped up and down in excitement.

Sully chuckled. "When you're a little older, I'll teach ya."

"I can learn now," Katie pressed.

"Me, too. Please, Papa."

"Look what ya started," Sully said to Cloud Dancing, his tone one of mock disapproval.

Cloud Dancing shrugged his shoulders, a mischievous smile on his face.

"I'll teach both of ya in a few years. I'm not ready ta start that battle with your ma just yet."

"What battle?" Josef asked.

"Never mind. Go get your arrows an' throw again," Sully said, changing the subject.

"With practice, both of you will improve. Will you play with your friends at home?" Cloud Dancing asked, as he once again threw the arrow to establish the mark for the children to aim at.

"Yeah!" Josef said, letting go of his arrow. "I'll teach Luke and James. And, I'll beat 'em."

Katie stepped forward for her turn. "Joey, no one's gonna play Cheyenne games with us."

"Why not, they're fun," he said, pleased to have won another round of this game against his sister. All his time playing with Eyes Like the Sky and the other Cheyenne boys had really paid off.

"They just won't," she insisted, moving to retrieve the arrows.

"Well, I'm gonna try," Josef said, taking his arrow from her.

Cloud Dancing placed his arm around Josef's shoulder. "You should try. If you teach them, they might play."

Josef beamed up at Cloud Dancing. "I'm gonna."

"Supper's ready," Michaela called. She made her way up the small incline where the children and Cloud Dancing were playing. When she reached them, she turned toward Cloud Dancing. "Have they worn you out yet?"

He grinned broadly at her. "It is the opposite. They give me new energy and hope."

Josef tugged lightly on the end of her blouse. "Mama, Papa's gonna teach us to throw a tomahawk," Josef said, taking her hand.

"He is, is he?" She gave Sully a questioning stare.

Sully shrugged his shoulders and looked sheepishly at his wife, feigning innocence. "Joe, I told ya, in a few years."

"Then we have a few years to discuss it," she said, winding her arm around his waist and walking back toward the campfire for supper.

One by one, everyone took a seat around the campfire. They enjoyed a satisfying meal of fried trout, carrots, and potatoes. It was their last night at the reservation, and the last meal they would share with Cloud Dancing before they departed.

Throughout the meal, the conversation was lively and cheerful. The children chattered non-stop, showing off to Cloud Dancing all they had learned in their Cheyenne lessons and from spending time on the reservation. In their excitement to share their knowledge with their friend, they hardly touched their food, bringing repeated reminders from their mother to eat. Cloud Dancing was enthralled by their animated descriptions and impressed by all they had absorbed in only a few short weeks.

Brian also shared his news. He told Cloud Dancing about his imminent trip and answered his many questions. Since this was the first his younger siblings had learned of his trip, he answered their questions, too, heartened by their excitement for him.

"Brian," Cloud Dancing began. "Will your travels bring you this way again?"

"I thought I'd first go to San Francisco to see Ethan," he said, pausing briefly for a cautious glimpse at his parents. Michaela and Sully shared a concerned look at the news, each one silently determined to ensure that he was prepared for any potential disappointment he might encounter from attempting to contact his father. "Then I want to travel the coast for a while before heading east to Washington, Philadelphia, New York, and Boston. I'll visit here again when I'm close to Oklahoma."

"It will be good to see you again. You can tell me all that you have seen," Cloud Dancing told him.

Dorothy listened quietly to the conversation, mulling over whether to speak. When there was a natural break, she jumped in. "Cloud Dancing," she began nervously, relaxing when she saw the friendly smile on his face. "I would like to write another book. This one would tell what's happened to the Cheyenne and the importance of preserving your culture. I will draw on some of what I wrote before, but had to burn, and what I've learned here."

"You should write such a book," he agreed, bringing his fork to his mouth for another bite of food.

Dorothy paused to take a sip of tea and to garner her courage. "I was wondering…that is…if you would agree to read it before I send it to my publisher. To make sure I haven't written anything that can hurt the work you're doing here."

Cloud Dancing stilled his fork over his plate, moved by her request. "Dorothy, I would be honored to read your book. Your words can only help us. Thank you."

"Don't thank me until you've read it," she quipped, nervously glancing away from him.

"I do not have to read it to know what it will say," he said sincerely. He looked directly at her until their eyes joined together for a moment in mutual understanding.

"Cloud Dancing," Josef interrupted. "Tell us a story?"

Michaela began to collect the plates and silverware from the meal. "That's an excellent idea. We'd all love to hear a story."

"I would enjoy that." Cloud Dancing thought for a few moments, trying to come up with one he thought they hadn't heard. Josef crawled into his lap to listen to the story while Katie leaned into his side. Cloud Dancing placed an arm around each of the children, holding them close.

Josef looked up at Cloud Dancing. "Ne'hyo."

Sully choked up at hearing his son refer to Cloud Dancing as his father, his Cheyenne father. He had been sitting quietly throughout the meal enjoying the warmth of this cozy, intimate gathering of family and friends. The scene before him was one he wanted to imprint in his memory bank forever. Cloud Dancing seemed calm and content, as he cuddled affectionately with Katie and Josef. It was the first time, since they arrived at the reservation, that Sully recalled seeing Cloud Dancing so relaxed and genuinely happy. Sully edged closer to Michaela, prepared to listen to the story. He drew her close and rested his chin on her shoulder, pressing his cheek to hers.

"I have one that may be new to you," Cloud Dancing told them. Before he began to speak, his expression took on a far away look as if he was remembering the thousands of Cheyenne before him who told this story in exactly the same way he was about to tell it now. "One day the little mice were having a dance. They were dancing in the elk skull. Wihio came walking along over the prairie, and heard the singing, but could not tell where it came from…"2

2 Grinnell, George Bird. "Where the Mice Danced," By Cheyenne Campfires, Yale University Press, 1926.

To Be Continued...

As always, thank you for reading. We're very close to the end. After this, only two more chapters. It's been fun and I'm so grateful for your comments and support.