Robert Douglas: We're all living on the promise of autumn.
Maggie Sergeant: Today I shot a rabbit. Oh, I felt so triumphant. Until Mr. Douglas rode up. He, of course, had shot a large, fat antelope.
Maggie Sergeant: John dreamt of a promise in this land. Now that promise is ours. For I know myself an alien here no more. Tomorrow, all our tomorrows, will be busy days.
Maggie Sergeant: March 10, 1867. The events of this day have been extraordinary, indeed, almost frightening. I had expected to live out the rest of my days here in Indiana. Here, where I was born, was married, and gave birth to my two children. But within the week, I will never again be able to call Huntingville my home.
Maggie Sergeant: John and I have been man and wife some 13 years now. Yet in matters of importance, he consults me no more than he does the children.