According to fiction, the hillman is a seven-foot combination of malnutrition and hookworm, asleep on his front porch with the dog...s. His great bare feet, dangling off the porch, flap from time to time when the flies get too pesky, but nothing awakens him except a hound's salute to a stranger. Then he shoots up his astounding neck to its full length, ogles the visitor, and on his hunting horn blows a series of long and short blasts that means, "Hide yore stills and oil yore guns; they air a stranger h'yar."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The hounding of a dog pursuing a fox or other animal in the horizon may have first suggested the notes of the hunting-horn to alte...rnate with and relieve the lungs of the dog. This natural bugle long resounded in the woods of the ancient world before the horn was invented.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I feel no more like a man now than I did in long skirts, unless it be that enjoying more freedom and cutting off the fetters is to... be like a man. I suppose in that respect we are more mannish, for we know that in dress, as in all things else, we have been and are slaves, while man in dress and all things else is free.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
White in the moon the long road lies, The moon stands blank above;... White in the moon the long road lies That leads me from my love.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
This long last childhood Nothing provides for.... What can it do each day But hunt that imminent door Through which all that understood Has hidden away?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »