"He would like anything that was his own; that licked his face and followed him as old Julia followed his father." Chapter 1, p. 3

"'Leave him kick up his heels,' he thought, 'and run away. Leave him build his flutter-mills. The day'll come he'll not even care to."' Chapter 2, p. 21

"'Move close, son. I'll warm you.' He edged closer to his father's bones and sinews. Penny slipped an arm around him and he lay close against the lank thigh. His father was the core of safety. His father swam the swift creek to fetch back his wounded dog. The clearing was safe, and his father fought for it, and for his own." Chapter 4, p. 43-44.

"He was filled with awe that his father had outwitted a Forrester... He had heard of the intricacies of trading, but it had never occurred to him that one man could...