Life Is But A Web Spun Of

It Is Not Pleasant To Come Upon Death In A Lonely Place At Midnight.

Civilization Is A Network And A Maze Of Precedences And Custom.

One Objection I Have Heard Voiced To Works Of This Kind—dealing With Texas—is The Amount Of Gore Spilled Across The Pages. It Can Not Be Otherwise. In Order To Write A Realistic And True History Of Any Part Of The Southwest, One Must Narrate Such Things, Even At The Risk Of Monotony.

Men Are But Men, And The Greatest Men Are They Who Soonest Learn The Simpler Things.

It Was No Ape, Neither Was It A Man. It Was Some Shambling Horror Spawned In The Mysterious, Nameless Jungles Of The South, Where Strange Life Teemed In The Reeking Rot Without The Dominance Of Man, And Drums Thundered In Temples That Had Never Known The Tread Of A Human Foot.