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"The conquest of Texas should properly be classed with conquests like those of the Norse sea-rovers. The virtues and faults alike of the Texans were those of a barbaric age. They were restless, brave, and eager for adventure, excitement, and plunder; they were warlike, resolute, and enterprising; they had all the marks of a young and hardy race, flushed with the pride of strength and self-confidence. On the other hand, they showed again and again the barbaric vices of boastfulness, ignorance, and cruelty; and they were utterly careless of the rights of others, looking upon the possessions of all weaker races as simply their natural prey."
📜 Theodore Roosevelt, Biography of Thomas Hart Benton, 1887
🎨 Frederick Remington, The Quarrel, 1907
📜 Theodore Roosevelt, Biography of Thomas Hart Benton, 1887
🎨 Frederick Remington, The Quarrel, 1907
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"My fire squirmed and struggled as if ill at ease, for though in a sheltered nook, detached masses of icy wind often fell like icebergs on top of it, scattering sparks and coals, so that I had to keep well back to avoid being burned. But the big resiny roots and knots of the dwarf pine could neither be beaten out nor blown away, and the flames, now rushing up in long lances, now flattened and twisted on the rocky ground, roared as if trying to tell the storm stories of the trees they belonged to, as the light given out was telling the story of the sunshine they had gathered in centuries of summers."
📜 John Muir, My First Summer In The Sierra, 1896
🎨 Frederick Remington, The Hunters' Supper, 1909
📜 John Muir, My First Summer In The Sierra, 1896
🎨 Frederick Remington, The Hunters' Supper, 1909