The hunters in the snow. (poem)(Outside the Lines: New Dutch and Flemish Writing)Spinoy, EricVooght, Marian de
in the background the return from the hunt it is toward evening from the left sturdy hunters lead in their pack the inn-sign hanging from a broken hinge is a stag a crucifix between his antlers the cold inn yard is deserted but for a huge bonfire that flares wind-driven it is tended ...
In early September, mom and dad got a call from the Annandale police notifying them that Chris’ abandoned car had been identified by the Arizona Highway Patrol after a group of rare flower hunters stumbled upon it in the desert. There were no signs that Chris had intended to return to it...
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The setting of Tobias Wolff's "Hunters in the Snow" is a rural town in the Pacific Northwest during a winter snowstorm. The setting is an...Become a member and unlock all Study Answers Start today. Try it now Create an account Ask a question Our experts can ...
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Bulls which had always been tractable suddenly turned savage, sheep broke down hedges and devoured the clover, cows kicked the pail over, hunters refused their fences and shot their riders on to the other side. Above all, the tune and even the words of ‘Beasts of England’ were known ...
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Bulls which had always been tractable suddenly turned savage, sheep broke down hedges and devoured the clover, cows kicked the pail over, hunters refused their fences and shot their riders on to the other side. Above all, the tune and even the words of ‘Beasts of England’ were known ...
Calm and trim in every weather, Morn till night my woods policing, Every sound thy watch increasing. Hawk and owl in tree-top hiding Feel the shame of thy deriding. Naught escapes thy observation, None but dread thy accusation. III Hunters, prowlers, woodland lovers Vainly seek the...