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Hamlin Garland, an American novelist and literary realist, chronicled the struggles and triumphs of rural America with compassion and insight. His novels and short stories captured the harsh realities of farm life and the aspirations of ordinary people, earning him acclaim as a pioneering voice in American literature.
"Whenever the pressure of our complex city life thins my blood and numbs my brain, I seek relief in the trail; and when I hear the coyote wailing to the yellow dawn, my cares fall from me - I am happy."
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"Whenever the pressure of our complex city life thins my blood and numbs my brain, I seek relief in the trail; and when I hear the coyote wailing to the yellow dawn, my cares fall from me - I am happy."

Life, Blood, Dawn, Pressure
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"I remember a hundred lovely lakes, and recall the fragrant breath of pine and fir and cedar and poplar trees. The trail has strung upon it, as upon a thread of silk, opalescent dawns and saffron sunsets."
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"I remember a hundred lovely lakes, and recall the fragrant breath of pine and fir and cedar and poplar trees. The trail has strung upon it, as upon a thread of silk, opalescent dawns and saffron sunsets."

Nature, Trees
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"My recollection of a hundred lovely lakes has given me blessed release from care and worry and the troubled thinking of our modern day. It has been a return to the primitive and the peaceful."
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"My recollection of a hundred lovely lakes has given me blessed release from care and worry and the troubled thinking of our modern day. It has been a return to the primitive and the peaceful."

Care, Day, Thinking, Worry
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"There is no gilding of setting sun or glamor of poetry to light up the ferocious and endless toil of the farmers' wives."
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"There is no gilding of setting sun or glamor of poetry to light up the ferocious and endless toil of the farmers' wives."

Poetry, Light, Sun, Wives
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