If you grow up where a snow mountain lifts its proud crown on the home horizon, in some strange way it becomes a member of the family.

- Margaret Craven

Past the village flowed the river, like time, like life itself, waiting for the swimmer to come again on his way to the climax of his adventurous lif…

- Margaret Craven

Here every bird and fish knew its course. Every tree had its own place upon this earth. Only man had lost his way.

- Margaret Craven

There is a strange depression that hangs over every little town that is no longer in the mainstream of life.

- Margaret Craven

What a shame that Christianity had come here!If the white man had not intruded where he was not wanted, where he did not belong, even now protected b…

- Margaret Craven