I "But the road sometimes passes a rich meadow, where the songs of larks and bobolinks and blackbirds are tangled. " ROB held up his hands, from which the dough depended in ragged strings. "Biscuits," he said with an elaborate working of his jaws, intended to convey the idea that they were going to be […]

I "Keep the main-travelled road up the coulee–it’s the second house after crossin’ the crick. " THE ride from Milwaukee to the Mississippi is a fine ride at any time, superb in summer. To lean back in a reclining chair and whirl away in a breezy July day, past lakes, groves of oak, past fields […]