My Antonia, Willa Cather
The following is an excerpt from a novel about life on the American prairie in the early 20th century.
1. TWO YEARS AFTER I left Lincoln, I completed my academic course at Harvard. Before I entered
2. the Law School I went home for the summer vacation. On the night of my arrival, Mrs. Harling
3. and Frances and Sally came over to greet me. Everything seemed just as it used to be. My
4. grandparents looked very little older. Frances Harling was married now, and she and her
5. husband managed the Harling interests in Black Hawk. When we gathered in grandmother's
6. parlour, I could hardly believe that I had been away at all. One subject, however, we avoided
7. all evening.
8. When I was walking home with Frances, after we had left Mrs. Harling at her gate, she said
9. simply, 'You know, of course, about poor Antonia.'
10. Poor Antonia! Everyone would be saying that now, I thought bitterly. I replied that grandmother
11. had written me how Antonia went away to marry Larry Donovan at some place where he was
12. working; that he had deserted her, and that there was now a baby. This was all I knew.
13. 'He never married her,' Frances said. 'I haven't seen her since she came back. She lives at home,
14. on the farm, and almost never comes to town. She brought the baby in to show it to mama once.
15. I'm afraid she's settled down to be Ambrosch's drudge for good.'
16. I tried to shut Antonia out of my mind. I was bitterly disappointed in her. I could not forgive her
17. for becoming an object of pity, while Lena Lingard, for whom people had always foretold trouble,
18. was now the leading dressmaker of Lincoln, much respected in Black Hawk. Lena gave her heart
19. away when she felt like it, but she kept her head for her business and had got on in the world.
20. Just then it was the fashion to speak indulgently of Lena and severely of Tiny Soderball, who had
21. quietly gone West to try her fortune the year before. A Black Hawk boy, just back from Seattle,
22. brought the news that Tiny had not gone to the coast on a venture, as she had allowed people to
23. think, but with very definite plans. One of the roving promoters that used to stop at Mrs. Gardener's
24. hotel owned idle property along the waterfront in Seattle, and he had offered to set Tiny up in
25. business in one of his empty buildings. She was now conducting a sailors' lodging-house. This,
26. everyone said, would be the end of Tiny. Even if she had begun by running a decent place, she
27. couldn't keep it up; all sailors' boarding-houses were alike.
28. When I thought about it, I discovered that I had never known Tiny as well as I knew the other girls.
29. I remembered her tripping briskly about the dining-room on her high heels, carrying a big trayful
30. of dishes, glancing rather pertly at the spruce travelling men, and contemptuously at the scrubby
31. ones—who were so afraid of her that they didn't dare to ask for two kinds of pie. Now it occurred
32. to me that perhaps the sailors, too, might be afraid of Tiny. How astonished we should have been,
33. as we sat talking about her on Frances Harling's front porch, if we could have known what her
34. future was really to be! Of all the girls and boys who grew up together in Black Hawk, Tiny Soderball
35. was to lead the most adventurous life and to achieve the most solid worldly success.
36. This is what actually happened to Tiny: While she was running her lodging-house in Seattle, gold
37. was discovered in Alaska. Miners and sailors came back from the North with wonderful stories
38. and pouches of gold. Tiny saw it and weighed it in her hands. That daring, which nobody had ever
39. suspected in her, awoke. She sold her business and set out for Circle City, in company with a
40. carpenter and his wife whom she had persuaded to go along with her. They reached Skaguay in a
41. snowstorm, went in dog-sledges over the Chilkoot Pass, and shot the Yukon in flatboats. They
42. reached Circle City on the very day when some Siwash Indians came into the settlement with the
43. report that there had been a rich gold strike farther up the river, on a certain Klondike Creek. Two
44. days later Tiny and her friends, and nearly everyone else in Circle City, started for the Klondike
45. fields on the last steamer that went up the Yukon before it froze for the winter. That boatload
46. of people founded Dawson City. Within a few weeks there were fifteen hundred homeless men in
47. camp. Tiny and the carpenter's wife began to cook for them, in a tent. The miners gave her a
48. building lot, and the carpenter put up a log hotel for her. There she sometimes fed a hundred and
49. fifty men a day. Miners came in on snowshoes from their placer claims twenty miles away to buy
50. fresh bread from her, and paid for it in gold.
51. That winter Tiny kept in her hotel a Swede whose legs had been frozen one night in a storm when
52. he was trying to find his way back to his cabin. The poor fellow thought it great good fortune to be
53. cared for by a woman, and a woman who spoke his own tongue. When he was told that his feet
54. must be amputated, he said he hoped he would not get well; what could a working-man do in this
55. hard world without feet? He did, in fact, die from the operation, but not before he had deeded
56. Tiny Soderball his claim on Hunker Creek. Tiny sold her hotel, invested half her money in Dawson
57. building lots, and with the rest she developed her claim. She went off into the wilds and lived
58. on the claim. She bought other claims from discouraged miners, traded or sold them on percentages.
59. After nearly ten years in the Klondike, Tiny returned, with a considerable fortune, to live in San
60. Francisco. I met her in Salt Lake City in 1908. She was a thin, hard-faced woman, very well-dressed,
61. very reserved in manner. Curiously enough, she reminded me of Mrs. Gardener, for whom she had
62. worked in Black Hawk so long ago. She told me about some of the desperate chances she had taken
63. in the gold country, but the thrill of them was quite gone. She said frankly that nothing interested
64. her much now but making money. The only two human beings of whom she spoke with any feeling
65. were the Swede, Johnson, who had given her his claim, and Lena Lingard. She had persuaded
66. Lena to come to San Francisco and go into business there.
67. 'Lincoln was never any place for her,' Tiny remarked. 'In a town of that size Lena would always be
68. gossiped about. Frisco's the right field for her. She has a fine class of trade. Oh, she's just the same
69. as she always was! She's careless, but she's level-headed. She's the only person I know who never
70. gets any older. It's fine for me to have her there; somebody who enjoys things like that. She keeps
71. an eye on me and won't let me be shabby. When she thinks I need a new dress, she makes it and
72. sends it home with a bill that's long enough, I can tell you!'
73. Tiny limped slightly when she walked. The claim on Hunker Creek took toll from its possessors. Tiny
74. had been caught in a sudden turn of weather, like poor Johnson. She lost three toes from one of
75. those pretty little feet that used to trip about Black Hawk in pointed slippers and striped stockings.
76. Tiny mentioned this mutilation quite casually—didn't seem sensitive about it. She was satisfied with
77. her success, but not elated. She was like someone in whom the faculty of becoming interested is
78. worn out.
Cather, Willa. My Antonia. N.p.: The Floating Press, 1918. Proquest Ebook Library. Web. 23 Mar. 2016.
Which of the following is most likely an accurate description of the sailors' boarding houses according to paragraph 6 (lines 20-27)?