Quotes About Plains

The exodus across the plains in the fifteen years before the Civil War, when more than 400,000 pioneers made the trek between the frontier at the Missouri River and the Pacific coast, is still regarded by scholars as the largest single land migration in history.

Even more beautiful than the land that we passed, or the months spent camping on the plains, was learning to live with uncertainty.

The endurance required should have been too much for us, but across these Nebraska plains endurance just begat more endurance.

violence, and romance. Buffalo Bill is important to me as the symbol of the growth of our nation, for his life spanned the settlement of the Great Plains, the Indian Wars, the Gold Rush, the Pony Express, the building of the transcontinental railroad, and the enduring romance of the American frontier-especially the Great Plains.

sombrero and carried a long breech-loading Springfield musket, and as Custer wrote in My Life on the Plains, he always rode a mule "in whose speed and

led by Lieutenants Price and Volkmar, the pursuing Indians retreated. North rode his horse in a circle, according to Cody, "a traditional plains signal for `enemy in sight." North's Pawnee scouts "broke ranks pell inell and, with Major North at their head, started

Trees had been so common that it was a shock to ride out on the plains and discover that there was a part of earth where there weren't any.

The vast plain was beautiful, but it had reduced Pea Eye to a scarred wreck.

Soon the whites would come, of course, but what he was seeing was a moment between, not the plains as they had been, or as they would be, but a moment of true emptiness, with thousands of miles of grass resting unused, occupied only by remnants—of the buffalo, the Indians, the hunters.

Above all things, the plainsmen had to have in instinct for direction. I never had a compass in my life, but I was never lost.

I love a sunburnt country, A land of sweeping plains, Of ragged mountain ranges, Of droughts and flooding rains. I love her far horizons, I love her jewel-sea, Her beauty and her terror – The wide brown land for me!

I was persuaded now that I was destined to lead a life on the Plains.

Come, you drunken spirits. Come, you battalions. You fields of ghosts who walk these green plains still. Come, you giants!

And again there was the long road, as straight as an arrow through the shimmering wall of fog, and the sudden apparition of the solitary columns of Persepolis on the terrace that seemed surreally suspended high above the plains

The Indians could not undertake any widespread cultivation of the plains not only because they lacked iron tools but also because they had no draft animals.

My great-grandmother grew up in a sod house in Nebraska. When she was a tiny girl - in other words, only four human generations ago - there were still enough wild bison on the Plains that she was afraid lightning storms would spook them and they would trample her home.

Sometimes I think the city is naturally conducive to coincidences in the same way that Plains states like Nebraska and Oklahoma are conducive to twisters, in the same way that mountain lakes are conducive to lightning.

Now they emerged upon a great prairie, an expanse of rumpled short-grass plains with occasional clumps of trees dimly seen in the distance, like tiny islands in a sea. This was the western border of a scattered belt of forest land, about forty miles in width, which stretched across the country from north to south, from the Arkansas to the Red River. This oddly fashioned landscape was called the Cross Timbers.

Sólo la fiebre y la poesía provocan visiones. / Sólo el amor y la memoria. / No estos caminos ni estas llanuras. / No estos laberintos.

Ria snorted. "Leo's pride rarely leaves the plains. What are they supposed to mate? The zebras?

It was a sea of horns above the red, brown, brindle, and white-splashed backs of the steers.

stock runnin' on the plains south of the Platte all the way

Above it all drifted a silvery scythe blade of moon. Wayne looked up at it, and away, and then looked again. The moon had a hooked nose, a thoughtfully frowning mouth, and a single eye closed in sleep. When it exhaled, a wind rippled across the plains and silvery beds of cloud raced through the night. Wayne almost clapped his hands in delight to look upon it.

The heights charm us, but the steps do not; with the mountain in our view we love to walk the plains.