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The owl's flight is too silent, its wing is down-padded. You may hear its beautiful call, but you will not hear its flight, even though it circle right around-your head in the dusk.
Frederick Philip Grove, Over Prairie Trails, McClelland and Stewart Limited, Toronto, 1951, p. 13.
PLACE: Rural Manitoba
TIME: 1916
...my wife afterwards told me that she had heard me a long while before I came - had heard me talking to the horse, urging him on and encouraging him.
Frederick Philip Grove, Over Prairie Trails, McClelland and Stewart Limited, Toronto, 1951, p. 18.
PLACE: Rural Manitoba
TIME: 1916
I was well engulfed in the fog,.. I could no longer see the road ahead;..I saw the horses rumps, but I did not see their heads ... I listened... the silence was oppressive.... One of the horses,..coughed.
Frederick Philip Grove, Over Prairie Trails, McClelland and Stewart Limited, Toronto, 1951, p. 27.
PLACE: Rural Manitoba
TIME: 1916
I did not need a light, for, as I found out, I could more confidently rely on my ear.
Frederick Philip Grove, Over Prairie Trails, McClelland and Stewart Limited, Toronto, 1951, p. 31.
PLACE: Rural Manitoba
TIME: 1916
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