We'd cross into New Hampshire the next day. The sea was still with us. By the third day we would cross into Massachusetts and turn westward. I tried to be excited about seeing new   places. But these thoughts saddened me. Father could only talk about the land and how happy  he was going to be. But I couldn't picture myslef there. I could see Arthur and Father tilling the  soil, but there was no place in my imagination for me yet. Maybe when the sea was no longer to my left would I see my place in the new country.