Hope is the last thing that dies in a man . . . (1. The Indian Gallows, p.5)

Like a latter day Johnny Appleseed, everywhere he went Joe either sowed or set out his beautiful flowers. (9. The Jobellflower, p. 92)

Forgetting how well he had served them in the recent armed conflict, many of the whites distrusted him just because he was an Indian. (1. The Indian Gallows, p. 13)

Like the famous ghost ships and ghost crabs, many ghosts cannot claim ever to have existed in human form, but their spectral carryings-on continue to this very day to have a profound effect on humans. (15. The Queen of the Sounds, p. 132)

The little white cloud always hovering off the point of Hatteras is the spirit of the princess, waiting, faithfully waiting, for the ship that will bring her lover back to her. (4. The Little White Cloud, p. 39)

The rugs are no longer there, but that...