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...I slapped the horse's rump with my lines ...
Frederick Philip Grove, Over Prairie Trails, McClelland and Stewart Limited, Toronto, 1951, p. 5.
PLACE: Rural Manitoba
TIME: 1916
A large bluff of poplars rustled, the wind soughing through the stems with a wailing note.
Frederick Philip Grove, Over Prairie Trails, McClelland and Stewart Limited, Toronto, 1951, p. 11.
PLACE: Rural Manitoba
TIME: 1916
The sudden, reverberating tramp of the horse's feet betrayed that I was crossing a culvert.
Frederick Philip Grove, Over Prairie Trails, McClelland and Stewart Limited, Toronto, 1951, p. 12.
PLACE: Rural Manitoba
TIME: 1916
There was hardly a sound from my vehicle. The buggy was rubber-tired, and the horse selected a smooth ribbon of grass to run on. But from the black forest wall there came the soughing of the wind and the nocturnal rustle of things unknown. And suddenly there came from close at hand a startling sound: a clarion call that tore the veil lying over my mental vision: the sharp, repeated whistle of the whip-poor-will.
Frederick Philip Grove, Over Prairie Trails, McClelland and Stewart Limited, Toronto, 1951, p. 12 - 13.
PLACE: Rural Manitoba
TIME: 1916
In reality I did not see the birds, but I heard the fast whir of their wings.
Frederick Philip Grove, Over Prairie Trails, McClelland and Stewart Limited, Toronto, 1951, p. 13.
PLACE: Rural Manitoba
TIME: 1916
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