“I see a time when the farmer will not need to live in a lonely cabin on a lonely farm. I see the farmers coming together in groups. I see them with time to read, and time to visit with… — Hamlin Garland Copy Share
“I see a time when the farmer will not need to live in a lonely cabin on a lonely farm. I see the farmers coming together in groups. I see them with time to read, and time to visit with their fellows. I see them enjoying lectures in beautiful halls, erected in every village. I see them gather like the… — Hamlin Garland Copy Share
“Do you fear the force of the wind, The slash of the rain? Go face them and fight them, Be savage again. Go hungry… — Hamlin Garland Copy Share Image
“ He bantered us, challenged us, electrified us . . . At times his eloquence held us silent as images and some witty turn, some humorous phrase brought roars of applause. At times we cheered almost every sentence, like delegates at a political convention, At other moments we rose in our seats and yelled. There was something hypnotic in his… — Hamlin Garland Copy Share
I remember a hundred lovely lakes, and recall the fragrant breath of pine and fir and cedar and poplar trees. The trail has strung… — Hamlin Garland Copy Share Image
Whenever the pressure of our complex city life thins my blood and numbs my brain, I seek relief in the trail; and when I… — Hamlin Garland Copy Share Image
From the great trees the locusts cry In quavering ecstatic duo-a boy Shouts a wild call-a mourning dove In the blue distance sobs-the wind… — Hamlin Garland Copy Share Image
“I remember a hundred lovely lakes, and recall the fragrant breath of pine and fir and cedar and poplar trees. The trail has strung… — Hamlin Garland Copy Share Image
My recollection of a hundred lovely lakes has given me blessed release from care and worry and the troubled thinking of our modern day.… — Hamlin Garland Copy Share Image
I remember a hundred lovely lakes, and recall the fragrant breath of pine and fir and cedar and poplar trees. The trail has strung… — Hamlin Garland Copy Share Image
There is no gilding of setting sun or glamor of poetry to light up the ferocious and endless toil of the farmers' wives. — Hamlin Garland Copy Share Image
