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The story of my boyhood and youth / by John Muir

 
dc.contributor Triggs, Jeffery North American Reading Project, Oxford University Press
dc.contributor.author Muir, John, 1838-1914
dc.date.accessioned 2018-07-27
dc.date.accessioned 2019-07-04T09:57:48Z
dc.date.available 2019-07-04T09:57:48Z
dc.date.created 1913
dc.date.issued 1993-05-05
dc.identifier ota:1834
dc.identifier.citation http://purl.ox.ac.uk/ota/1834
dc.identifier.uri http://hdl.handle.net/20.500.12024/1834
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dc.publisher University of Oxford
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dc.subject.lcsh Autobiographies -- United States -- 20th century
dc.subject.other Autobiographies
dc.title The story of my boyhood and youth / by John Muir
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otaterms.date.range 1900-1999

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<text> <front> <tPage> <dTitle type=main>The Story of My Boyhood and Youth <byLine>by <dAuthor>John Muir</dAuthor></byLine> </tPage> </front> <body> <div type='chapter' id=Ci> <head>A Boyhood in Scotland</head> <pb n='1'> <p>When I was a boy in Scotland I was fond of everything that was wild, and all my life I've been growing fonder and fonder of wild places and wild creatures. Fortunately around my native town of Dunbar, by the stormy North Sea, there was no lack of wildness, though most of the land lay in smooth cultivation. With red-blooded playmates, wild as myself, I loved to wander in the fields to hear the birds sing, and along the seashore to gaze and wonder at the shells and seaweeds, eels and crabs in the pools among the rocks when the tide was low; and best of all to watch the waves in awful storms thundering on the black headlands and craggy ruins of the old Dunbar Castle when the sea and the sky, the waves and the clouds, were mingled toge . . .

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