Whenever the pressure of our complex city life thins my blood and numbs my brain, I seek relief in the trail; and when I hear the coyote wailing to the yellow dawn, my cares fall from me - I am happy.
[My recollection of a hundred lovely lakes] has given me blessed release from care and worry and the troubled thinking of our modern day. It has been a return to the primitive and the peaceful.
Grandpa, I didn't know you had it in you!
A Daughter of the Middle Border.
There is no gilding of setting sun or glamour of poetry to light up the ferocious and endless toil of the farmers wives.
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