“Over the tops of it, beginning to dusk under a young white moon, trailed a wavering ghost of smoke, and at the end of it I came upon the Pocket Hunter making a dry camp in the friendly scrub.Quote by Mary AustinTopics: Quotes about Mary AustinShare on:FacebookPinterestWhatsApp
Nothing the desert produces expresses it better than the unhappy growth of the tree yuccas.#Mary Austin
Probably we never fully credit the interdependence of wild creatures, and their cognizance of the...#Mary Austin
Nevertheless there are certain peaks, canons, and clear meadow spaces which are above all compassing...#Mary Austin
