Plot summary[ edit ] Nils Ericson gets off the train at his hometown.
There was a look of relaxation and of great passivity about his broad shoulders, which seemed almost too heavy until he stood up and squared them. He wore a pale flannel shirt and a blue silk necktie with loose ends.
His trousers were wide and belted at the waist, and his short sack coat hung open. His heavy shoes had seen good service. His reddish-brown hair, like his clothes, had a foreign cut. He had deep-set, dark blue eyes under heavy reddish eyebrows.
His face was kept clean only by close shaving, and even the sharpest razor left a glint of yellow in the smooth brown of his skin. His teeth and the palms of his hands were very white. His head, which looked hard and stubborn, lay indolently in the green cushion of the wicker chair, and as he looked out at the ripe summer country a teasing, not unkindly smile played over his lips.
Once, as he basked thus comfortably, a quick light flashed in his eves, curiously dilating the pupils, and his mouth became a hard, straight line, gradually relaxing into its former smile of rather kindly mockery.
He told himself, apparently, that there was no point in getting excited; and he seemed a master hand at taking his ease when he could. Neither the sharp whistle of the locomotive nor the brakeman's call disturbed him.
It was not until after the train had stopped that he rose, put on a Panama hat, took from the rack a small valise and a flute case, and stepped deliberately to the station platform. The baggage was already unloaded, and the stranger presented a check for a battered sole-leather steamer trunk.
The stranger watched him as he caught one end of the trunk and dragged it into the express room. The agent's manner seemed to remind him of something amusing.
That remark, apparently, was what Nils Ericson had wanted. He chuckled quietly as he took a leather strap from his pocket and swung his valise around his shoulder. Then he settled his Panama securely on his head, turned up his trousers, tucked the flute case under his arm, and started off across the fields.
He gave the town, as he would have said, a wide berth, and cut through a great fenced pasture, emerging, when he rolled under the barbed wire at the farther corner, upon a white dusty road which ran straight up from the river valley to the high prairies, where the ripe wheat stood yellow and the tin roofs and weathercocks were twinkling in the fierce sunlight.
By the time Nils had done three miles, the sun was sinking and the farm wagons on their way home from town came rattling by, covering him with dust and making him sneeze. When one of the farmers pulled up and offered to give him a lift, he clambered in willingly.
The driver was a thin, grizzled old man with a long lean neck and a foolish sort of beard, like a goat's. If you're goin' out there you might a' rid out in the automobile. That's a pity, now.Every girl wants to be Jennifer, and every man wants to have her - one more than all others combined.
That man has been lying in wait for precisely the right moment to strike, and when Jennifer makes the fateful mistake of stepping out on her own at a Soho charity event he finally sees the opportunity to take possession of his most prized object.
The Bohemian Girl is a short story by Willa Cather. It was written when Cather was living in Cherry Valley, New York, with Isabelle McClung whilst Alexander's Bridge was being serialised in McClure's. . Clara Vavrika is the Bohemian girl who is convinced by Nils, the wanderer, to take the plunge out of her secure (but unhappy) marriage and to follow him on horseback out of the story of marriage and family.
*by Willa Cather, Nebraska author *Realism and Naturalism () *summary: Nils returns to his hometown, his old girl (the one in the title) has married brother, town views Nils as outsider now, Nils tries to get younger brother to leave town but he refuses. Girl with a Monkey - New & Selected The Last Tsarina - The Tragic Story of the Last Empress of Russia, Carolly Erickson Head Cook, National Learning Anita DeMeulenaere, Faye Cathers Historisch-Kritische Studien Zu Der Septuaginta - Nebst Beitr.
Zu D. Targumim. 14 Willa Cather My Ántonia following Jewett ’s advice, thoroughly excavated her mine of “Nebraska life” material in her next three novels: O Pioneers! (), Th e Song of the Lark () and My Ántonia (). Most critics ignore “Th e Bohemian Girl”; the story remained unavailable.