Fergus was a Swede, and he\u27d been trapping Iowa marshes and streams for most of his fifty-five years. His hands showed the scars he\u27d earned learning how not to handle muskrats, and his fingers were swollen from years of plunging them into half-frozen water to make a set or recover a trap..
The wind, cold from Arctic seas, flattened like a crouching animal as it rushed in across the barren...
EAT lies like a sticky hand over the little Nebraska town. The last drop of moisture has been wrung ...
Fishing, sailing, climbing . . . taken twice; Kid brother left behind Upsetting carts . . . eating a...
Fergus was a Swede, and he\u27d been trapping Iowa marshes and streams for most of his fifty-five ye...
In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay\u27s first paragraph. The traps had been good to her tha...
I pause and watch the mallards spear The air in long, ragged V-lines, Ragged like the stalk-littered...
Guy was speaking with the slaughterman, Mr Dunnett, whose habit of planting a bloodied hand on a hip...
[Copied from ms. of W. H. Trout\u27s family history] THE COMIHG OP THE MUIBS About this time (1863) ...
When the last of the wood has been gathered in, And the stove shows rust where polish has been, The ...
[Copied from ms. of W. H. Trout\u27s family history] THE COMIHG OP THE MUIBS About this time (1863) ...
Environmental Writing and Great Lakes LiteratureHe shifted focus from that single virgin pine to the...
If you happen to be one of the Iowa farmers who in recent years has had some trouble with muskrat da...
FEBRUARY had been a damp, chill month with none of the violence of winter. Snow, which seemed to mel...
It was a drizzly night, and the moisture hung in the air like cold steam. Here Baron, a thin voice...
Muffled yardlight eye reaches for the foggy earth Headlights pan Tires scratch into furrows Weeds br...
The wind, cold from Arctic seas, flattened like a crouching animal as it rushed in across the barren...
EAT lies like a sticky hand over the little Nebraska town. The last drop of moisture has been wrung ...
Fishing, sailing, climbing . . . taken twice; Kid brother left behind Upsetting carts . . . eating a...
Fergus was a Swede, and he\u27d been trapping Iowa marshes and streams for most of his fifty-five ye...
In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay\u27s first paragraph. The traps had been good to her tha...
I pause and watch the mallards spear The air in long, ragged V-lines, Ragged like the stalk-littered...
Guy was speaking with the slaughterman, Mr Dunnett, whose habit of planting a bloodied hand on a hip...
[Copied from ms. of W. H. Trout\u27s family history] THE COMIHG OP THE MUIBS About this time (1863) ...
When the last of the wood has been gathered in, And the stove shows rust where polish has been, The ...
[Copied from ms. of W. H. Trout\u27s family history] THE COMIHG OP THE MUIBS About this time (1863) ...
Environmental Writing and Great Lakes LiteratureHe shifted focus from that single virgin pine to the...
If you happen to be one of the Iowa farmers who in recent years has had some trouble with muskrat da...
FEBRUARY had been a damp, chill month with none of the violence of winter. Snow, which seemed to mel...
It was a drizzly night, and the moisture hung in the air like cold steam. Here Baron, a thin voice...
Muffled yardlight eye reaches for the foggy earth Headlights pan Tires scratch into furrows Weeds br...
The wind, cold from Arctic seas, flattened like a crouching animal as it rushed in across the barren...
EAT lies like a sticky hand over the little Nebraska town. The last drop of moisture has been wrung ...
Fishing, sailing, climbing . . . taken twice; Kid brother left behind Upsetting carts . . . eating a...