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- Author: Louise G Stephens
- Publisher: Kessinger Publishing
- ISBN-10: 0548456186
- ISBN-13: 9780548456187
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 1.3 cm, softcover
- Language: English
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Excerpt from Letters From an Oregon Ranch
How did we find it? It -happened rather strangely. Last summer, in a purely accidental way, there drifted to us a little pamphlet from a real-estate agent, in which we learned more than we had ever known of the beauties and attractions of Oregon. We read of her glorious snow-capped mountains, of great dim forests, of sparkling trout-laden streams, of wooded hills and blossoming valleys, swiftly flowing rivers, and fern shaded springs of delicious cold water gushing from rock and hillside. From that hour the madness was in our blood. We said, Let us act at once, and not stand shivering on the brink. And so the leap into the unknown was taken, landing us in a small town here in the height of the rainy season. Then, under skies that were ashen and sober, in prosy fact as well as poetic figure, began the search for our new homes. It was like searching for the Golden Fleece.
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- Author: Louise G Stephens
- Publisher: Kessinger Publishing
- ISBN-10: 0548456186
- ISBN-13: 9780548456187
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 1.3 cm, softcover
- Language: English English
Excerpt from Letters From an Oregon Ranch
How did we find it? It -happened rather strangely. Last summer, in a purely accidental way, there drifted to us a little pamphlet from a real-estate agent, in which we learned more than we had ever known of the beauties and attractions of Oregon. We read of her glorious snow-capped mountains, of great dim forests, of sparkling trout-laden streams, of wooded hills and blossoming valleys, swiftly flowing rivers, and fern shaded springs of delicious cold water gushing from rock and hillside. From that hour the madness was in our blood. We said, Let us act at once, and not stand shivering on the brink. And so the leap into the unknown was taken, landing us in a small town here in the height of the rainy season. Then, under skies that were ashen and sober, in prosy fact as well as poetic figure, began the search for our new homes. It was like searching for the Golden Fleece.
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