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a cloud of black-and-orange butterflies for the Mullendores.
woollyheads and silvergrays, and am unable to understand
Looking back, one can almost imagine them stalking through the wild with specimen bottles and outsize nets, in determined pursuit of the Ojibwa adverb or the Cherokee pronoun.
Jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule.
The fabled musk deer searches the world over for the source of the scent which comes from itself.
The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty.
The tired ox treads with a firmer step
Fred Olmsted sat at the edge of the stagecoach seat, chattering to his father about their trip. How exciting to see the towns and forests of western New York! Suddenly, Fred stopped talking. That roar in the distance could only be one thing. Niagara Falls!
O'er hill and field October's glories fade;
O'er hill and field the blackbirds southward fly;
The brown leaves rustle down the forest glade,
Where naked branches make a fitful shade,
And the lost blooms of Autumn withered lie.
Aoibheann ("Who on earth could pronounce that?
'Extremes meet', as the whiting said with its tail in its mouth.
The elks live up in the hills and in the spring they come down for their annual convention. It is very interesting to watch them come down to the water hole. And you should see them run when they find that it's only a water hole. What they're looking for is elk-ohole.
What river can flood over the mountains of your love?
a dragon, a bear, a wolf, and two snakes entwined around a sword. The crest
If you want the benefit of having an ox, you're going to have to endure the poo that comes with it. The goal is to have a positive poo to ox ratio.
For your sake I have braved the glen, and had to do with goblin merchant men. Eat me, drink me, love me. Hero, Wolf, make much of me. With clasping arms and cautioning lips, with tingling cheeks and fingertips, cooing all together.
Breathed was the combination of flower and weed, of the overgrown and the mowed. It was Appalachian country, as only Southern Ohio can be, and it was beautiful as a sunbeam in waist-high grass.
What are more delightful than one's emotions when approaching a trout stream for the initial cast?
Spring Tree of Brattleboro, Vermont does not use it. This is the kind I recommend.
In the spring, Jeeves, a livelier iris gleams upon the burnished dove."
"So I have been informed, sir."
"Right ho! Then bring me my whangee, my yellowest shoes, and the old green Homburg. I'm going into the Park to do pastoral dances.
Sent as a present from Annam
A red cockatoo.
Coloured like the peach-tree blossom,
Speaking with the speech of men.
And they did to it what is always done
To the learned and eloquent.
They took a cage with stout bars
And shut it up inside.
In the hurtling pronghorn, the vanished predators have left behind a heartrending spectacle. Through the smoking displays of wild abandon runs a desperate spirit, resigned to racing pickup trucks in its eternal longing for cheetahs.
Our plenteous streams a various race supply, The bright-eyed perch with fins of Tyrian dye, The silver eel, in shining volumes roll'd, The yellow carp, in scales bedropp'd with gold, Swift trouts, diversified with crimson stains, And pikes, the tyrants of the wat'ry plains.
Adventure runs on all sorts of whiskey.
Running the big rapids is like sex: half the fun lies in the anticipation. Two thirds of the thrill with the approach. The remainder is only ecstasy-or darkness.
happy hunting-grounds
Beauty draws more than oxen.
The trout in yonder wimpling burn - That glides, a silver dart, - And, safe beneath the shady thorn, - Defies the anglers art ...
Otter! Otter! Otter!
Don't lead cows to slaughter!
I love you, and I know
I should've told you soon-a
But you didn't buy the dolphin-safe tuna!
A chemical weevil," said Jesper, "But Wylan still hasn't named it. My vote is for the Wyvil."
"That's terrible," said Wylan.
"It's brilliant," Jesper winked. "Just like you.
hay gold dusk of late spring,
Ohio's Slasher whose prey was Little Girls... Bill Ormsby
NOBODY KNOWS THE WEIRDNESS I'VE SEEN ON THE TRAIL OF THE BROWN BUFFALO
Trackers and hunters sworn to deepwood with clan names like Forrester and Woods, branch and bole.
The tender Evenlode that makes Her meadows hush to hear the sound Of waters mingling in the brakes, And binds my heart to English ground. A lovely river, all alone, She lingers in the hills and holds A hundred little towns of stone, Forgotten in the western wolds.
Buckler, a lean hack, and a greyhound for coursing. An olla
On the Jellicoe road
Park hill staten island seal, rock the reel to reel we high hills deep
We camped for the night in a hollow near a good-sized creek - one big enough for trout. Jamie and Ian waded into this with enthusiasm, harrying the finny denizens with whippy rods cut from black willow.
Irish-sparkle-fish,-- Anne Eliot
Up the airy mountain,
Down the rushy glen,
We daren't go a-hunting
For fear of little men.
There is much boasting among the young men about their teams as their horse and carts in Cleveland. Most of the Yorkshire men take as much delight in their ox draught as they used to do in their Horse Draught.
Fire on anything that moves on the river.
Aelin of the wildfire.
poxy shitweasel,
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O' the blue-bodied cowherd - ever playful in love and war. Don't you fail to see the immensity of his wisdom and light.
On rolls the stream with a perpetual sigh;
The rocks moan wildly as it passes by;
Hyssop and wormwood border all the strand,
And not a flower adorns the dreary land.
Riverman, Riverman, blood to ice.
Direwolf dead in the snow, a broken antler in its throat.
The Waorani carry out a similar diet with their arrow poison, called curare or, in their language, oomae. This is another amazing product of the indigenous science, a most sophisticated technology that the Waorani extrapolated from an ancient myth.
I take a slow sip of lukewarm coffee, reopen the book, and read the words scribbled in red ink near the top: Everyone needs an olly-olly-oxen-free.
I'm Southern, so alligator tail is pretty interesting and yummy.
O monstrous! eleven buckram men grown out of two!
I love Ginny's expedition!
No onslaught more fierce was ever seen in the savage world of beasts, where some desperate small creature armed with little teeth, alone, will spring upon a tower of horn and hide that stands above its fallen mate.
They can try to kill me all they want, but I'm the girl who stands on tha backs of the beasts of the NeoPacific. The Minnow blazes from within, promising life and warmth and vilainy, but out here I'm mighty.
What airs outblown from ferny dells And clover-bloom and sweet brier smells.
A little roving, solitary thing.
I grew up in Arizona and have a lot of buddies that are cowpokes.
Besides the amorous elk? No.
We procured from an Indian a weasel perfectly white except the extremity of the tail which was black: great numbers of wild geese are passing to the south, but their flight is too high for us to procure any of them.
I don't know anything about the Appalachian mountains or cowboys and Indians or anything. I just made it up.
The headwaters of Shit Creek are a cruel and treacherous expanse.
Blue Juneberry, tough diamond willow.
I don't know about you, but rattlesnake sounds pretty damn good right now.
The very remoteness kindles the imagination of the adventurous hunter. From the top of any mountain the challenge extends far and wide, until the mountains meet the sky.
beaver drools in my underwear.
Is ditchwater dull? Naturalists with microscopes have told me that it teems with quiet fun.
APOTHECARY, n. The physician's accomplice, undertaker's benefactor and grave worm's provider
Free shackled rivers! ... The finest fantasy of eco-warriors in the West is the destruction of [Glen Canyon] Dam and the liberation of the Colorado [River].
Rhine. The river that, somewhere out there, has broken free.
And angling too, that solitary vice, What Izaak Walton sings or says: The quaint, old, cruel coxcomb, in his gullet Should have a hook, and a small trout to pull it.
Blonde tangles flying everywhere and her diamond-laden hand wrapped around Jess's strong, bare torso. She looked happy and so did Jess.-From Siddy Creek
Whether shall the Oxe goe, where he shall not labour?
Feather-footed through the plashy fen passes the questing vole.'
William Boot
Three cuttle-fish sable, and a commentator rampant.
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Avoid the traffic by using one of the park's shuttle buses and view the elk rut with a park ranger.
October arrives in a swirl of fragrant blue leaf smoke, the sweetness of slightly frosted MacIntosh apples, and little hard acorns falling. We are in the midst of cool crisp days, purple mists, and Nature recklessly tossing her whole palette of dazzling tones through fields and woodlands.
The Oregon chub is to be the first fish to ever leave the endangered species list.
The sort of fish that a good fisherman puts back into the water
Foxhunting ... the unspeakable pursuing the inedible.
Whatever it was, it was the size of a cow, and looked like what you'd get if you somehow managed to cross a beaver and a crocodile, looked at the results, and decided what your new monster really needed was a bunch of extra teeth.
I'm that same David Crockett, fresh from the backwoods, half-horse, half-alligator, a little touched with the snapping turtle; can wade the Mississippi, leap the Ohio, ride upon a streak of lightning, and slip without a scratch down a honey locust [tree].
Stock runnin' on the plains south of the Platte all the way
The ox suffers, the cart complains.
Dragging the trap attached to its leg. Dovewing leaped at it, claws out, and landed on its neck as the fox's jaws snapped down toward her sister. Below, Thornclaw and Birchfall launched themselves at the creature's haunches while Blossomfall and Mousewhisker
Reach deep into your wallet and buy a decent mule.
Where there are no oxen, the stalls are clean, But where there are abundant crops, the strength of an ox is evident.
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Bloodthirsty, thy name is Momma Wolf.
The pig says oink.
Oregon is demure and lovely, and it ought to play a little hard to get. And I think you'll be just as sick as I am if you find it is nothing but a hungry hussy , throwing herself at every stinking smokestack that's offered.
Norbert the Norwegian Ridgeback
All along the backwater,
Through the rushes tall,
Ducks are a-dabbling,
Up tails all!
Ducks' tails, drakes' tails,
Yellow feet a-quiver,
Yellow bills all out of sight
Busy in the river!
The squeak of oarlocks comes over the lake water
A woman's shriek assaults the ear
While above, in the sky, inured to everything,
The moon looks on with a mindless leer
("The Unknown Lady")
Twice I flushed grouse, always a terrifying experience: an instantaneous explosion from the undergrowth at your feet, like balled socks fired from a gun, followed by drifting feathers and a lingering residue of fussy, bitching noise. I
Here, are the stiffening hills, here, the rich cargo
Congealed in the dark arteries,
Old veins
That hold Glamorgan's blood.
The midnight miner in the secret seams,
Limb, life, and bread.
- Rhondda Valley
Now I stand before houses set
on our secret trail, the haunt of arrowheads
and lost Indians the color of small plums,
rooms in which the new boys play, tamed
by computers and a summer waste of games,
where once, in these woods, we tasted wild fruit.