" It is thus with our life. We silently glide along, little dreaming about the waves which will so soon sweep over us, dashing us up against the rocks, or stranding us forever. we do not dream that we shall ever wreck, until the greater wave comes over us, and we bend beneath its power. "

― , Slave of the Sioux- The Fanny Kelly Captivity Narrative, 1864 (Annotated)