As soon as the green and violet hour of summer dusk is at hand and the bats begin to sweep the sky for midges, the voice of the whip-poor-will rises out of the hollow below my house. For it is a nostalgic and intensely American sound, and one that goes back, as we find nearly everything precious does, to childhood.
--Donald Culross Peattie (1898-1964)
(To read an article about Donald Culross Peattie,
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Source of the quotation above: Thoughts from the Mountains (Heartland Samplers, Inc., 1992)
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