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Identifier: realamericans01wade (find matches)
Title: Real Americans
Year: 1922 (1920s)
Authors: Wade, Mary Hazelton Blanchard, 1860-1936
Subjects: Roosevelt, Theodore, 1858-1919 Hoover, Herbert, 1874-1964 Wood, Leonard, 1860-1927 Burroughs, John, 1837-1921 Twain, Mark, 1835-1910 Hale, Edward Everett, 1822-1909 United States -- Biography
Publisher: Boston, Little, Brown, and company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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r calls to each other.He visited the haunts of wild animals, moun-tain sheep and elks, bears and deer, and asinging gopher, as he called it, because itssad chirrups sounded like bird notes. Among other sights interesting to him werethe famous boiling springs, and the StygianCaves filled with such poisonous air that theground around was strewn with the feathersof birds which had breathed the air insideand instantly died. Many wonders Mr. Burroughs lookedupon, enjoying what he saw. And many de-lightful talks he had with his friend, PresidentRoosevelt. Yet he was glad, when the tripwas over, to return to his quiet home in theEast, with its orchards and grapevines. In fact, in all the great nature lovers sight-seeing, no place had such charms for himas the one he first knew and loved,—the farmat Roxbury. Even Riverby, with its outlookon the Hudson, and Slabsides hidden amongthe noble boulders were never quite so dearto him as the slopes of Old Clump and theshores of the lovely Pepacton.
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opyright Underwood <fe Underwood, X. VJOHN BURROUGHS LISTENING TO HIS FEATHERED FRIENDS JOHN BURROUGHS 187 It was quite natural, therefore, that incourse of time Mr. Burroughs should makea third home for himself at Roxbury bybuilding over an old barn about half a milefrom the house where he was born. Andbecause of the little creatures which livednear by in the burrows they dug out of theground, he called this new home WoodchuckLodge. Mr. Burroughs built a rustic porch on thelodge and himself made the furniture usedinside, choosing bark-covered wood for mostof it. For his study he chose a corner of anold barn which stood on the hill behind thehouse. As for the desk he set up there, youcould never guess what he used. It was anold chicken coop, one side of which wascovered with boards. Over its top and sideshe stretched heavy, brown paper. No doubt, when he had finished his work,he looked at it with twinkling eyes and saidto himself, Aha I at this rough, homemadedesk I will spend many

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