Michael Blake

CHAPTER I one Lieutenant Dunbar wasn't really swallowed. But that was the first word that stuck in his head. Eveiything was immense. The great, cloudless slq^. The rolling ocean of grass. Noth-mg else, no matter where he put his eyes. No road. No trace of mts for the big wagon to follow. Just...

MM Uf« I am as compelled to write as I am to take breath. There is so much in my heart—anger and the deepest pain and love for so many things. Yet it all remains unspoken because emotionally I am mute. I have been as a muzzled dog all my life. But I can write. I feel I can write all the way...