Silver Valley Stories

There must be some nerve and heroism in our love, as of a winter morning. - Henry David Thoreau

When the ice is covered with snow, I do not suspect the wealth under my feet; that there is as good as a mine under me wherever I go. How ma...

We love to think in winter, as we walk over the snowy pastures, of those happy dreamers that lie under the sod, of dormice and all that rac...

Happy we who can bask in this warm September sun, which illumines all creatures, as well when they rest as when they toil, not without a fee...

And so the seasons went rolling on into summer, as one rambles into higher and higher grass. - Henry David Thoreau

The buds swell imperceptibly, without hurry or confusion, as if the short spring days were an eternity. - Henry David Thoreau

The lichen on the rocks is a rude and simple shield which beginning and imperfect Nature suspended there. Still hangs her wrinkled trophy. -...

Nowadays almost all man’s improvements, so called, as the building of houses and the cutting down of the forest and of all large trees, simp...