They were seated in the boat. Nick in the stern, his father rowing. The sun was coming up over the hills. A bass jumped, making a circle in the water. Nick trailed his hand in the water. It felt warm in the sharp chill of the morning.
In the early morning on the lake sitting in the stern of the boat with his father rowing; he felt quite sure that he would never die.
Indian Camp, 1924
In the early morning on the lake sitting in the stern of the boat with his father rowing; he felt quite sure that he would never die.
Indian Camp, 1924
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