To the cry of "follow Mormons and prairie dogs and find good land," Civil War veterans flocked into Nebraska, joining a vast stamp...ede of unemployed workers, tenant farmers, and European immigrants.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Oh, never this whelming east wind swells But it seems like the sea's return... To the ancient lands where it left the shells Before the age of the fern....LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Anti-Nebraska, Know-Nothings, and general disgust with the powers that be, have carried this county [Hamilton County, Ohio] by bet...ween seven and eight thousand majority! How people do hate Catholics, and what a happiness it was to show it in what seemed a lawful and patriotic manner.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Since the Civil War its six states have produced fewer political ideas, as political ideas run in the Republic, than any average c...ounty in Kansas or Nebraska.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
As the brain of man is the speck of dust in the universe that thinks, so the leaves--the fern and the needled pine and the lattice...d frond and the seaweed ribbon--perceive the light in a fundamental and constructive sense. The flowers looking in from the walled garden through my window do not, it is true, see me. But their leaves see the light, as my eyes can never do. They take it, as it forever spills away radiant into space in a golden waste, to a primal purpose. They impound its stellar energy, and with that force they make life out of the elements. They breathe upon the dust, and it is a rose. Say that this is done with neither thought nor passion, and by something other than will. True that a plant may not think; neither will the profoundest of men ever put forth a flower. Of the use and the beauty of flowering there can be no shade of doubt. It is a rare thought of which as much can be said.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
English Bob: What I heard was that you fell off your horse, drunk, of course, and that you broke your bloody neck. Little Bil...l Daggett: I heard that one myself, Bob. Hell, I even thought I was dead. 'Til I found out it was just that I was in Nebraska.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Flouncing your skirts, you blueness of joy, you flirt of politeness,... You leap, you intelligence, essence of wheelness with silvery nose, And your platinum clocks of excitement stir like the hairs of a fern.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »