1 A lighted lantern was kept hanging over Mr. Shimerda's head.
2 Four men carried Mr. Shimerda's box up the hill; Krajiek slunk along behind them.
3 The Harlings begged us to tell them about Mr. Shimerda's death and the big snowstorm.
4 But we believe that Mr. Shimerda's soul will come to its Creator as well off without a priest.
5 It was old Mr. Shimerda's instrument, which Antonia had always kept, and it was too big for him.
6 We sat down outside the sagging wire fence that shut Mr. Shimerda's plot off from the rest of the world.
My Antonia By Willa CatherContext Highlight In BOOK 4. The Pioneer Woman's Story: IV 7 Such vivid pictures came to me that they might have been Mr. Shimerda's memories, not yet faded out from the air in which they had haunted him.
8 Grandmother went on talking in her polite Virginia way, not admitting their stark need or her own remissness, until Jake arrived with the hamper, as if in direct answer to Mrs. Shimerda's reproaches.
9 Presently, as I looked with satisfaction about our comfortable sitting-room, it flashed upon me that if Mr. Shimerda's soul were lingering about in this world at all, it would be here, in our house, which had been more to his liking than any other in the neighbourhood.
10 Years afterward, when the open-grazing days were over, and the red grass had been ploughed under and under until it had almost disappeared from the prairie; when all the fields were under fence, and the roads no longer ran about like wild things, but followed the surveyed section-lines, Mr. Shimerda's grave was still there, with a sagging wire fence around it, and an unpainted wooden cross.