Life set itself to new processions of seed-time and harvest, the skin newly turned to seasonal variations, the very blood humming to new altitudes.
Mary Hunter AustinThe manner of the country makes the usage of life there, and the land will not be lived in except in its own fashion.
Mary Hunter AustinOver the tops of it, beginning to dusk under a young white moon, trailed a wavering ghost of smoke, and at the end of it I came upon the Pocket Hunter making a dry camp in the friendly scrub.
Mary Hunter Austin