Quote#Nature
The migration was under way. ... Its great days were just around the…
Quote byBernard DeVoto · 1897–1955
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Mark Twain's America (1932), Ch. 1: 1835. The New Jerusalem (p. 11).
English (original)
The migration was under way. ... Its great days were just around the turn of spring — and an April restlessness, a stirring in the blood, a wind from beyond the oak openings, spoke of the prairies, the great desert, and the western sea.
— Bernard DeVoto
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