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John B. Horner Oregon: Her history, her great men… (1919)

Oregon Trail Monument Expedition. Of the old emigrant trail Clara Blake Morgan has written:
Aged and desolate, grizzled and still,
It creeps in slow curves round the base of the hill;
Of its once busy traffic is left little trace,
Not a hoof-print or wheel track is fresh on its face.
The Oregon trail is one of the most noted trails in America. Originally only a pathway, it was later worn deep and wide by the hoofs of stock and the grinding of the wagon wheels of the Oregon immigrants into a well-beaten wagon road.
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John B. Horner Oregon: Her history, her great men… (1919)

Thro' pasture lands, where mild-eyed cattle feed.
⁠Thro' marshy flats, where velvet tules grow,
Past many a rose tree, many a singing reed.
⁠I hear those wet lips calling, calling low.
The sun sinks downward thro' the trembling haze.
⁠The mist flings glistening needles higher and higher.
And thro' the clouds—O fair beyond all praise!
Mount Hood leaps, chastened, from a sea of fire.
WHEN THE BIRDS GO NORTH AGAIN
O, every year hath its winter,
⁠And every year hath its rain;
But a day is always coming
⁠When the birds go north again.
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