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“How glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains! To behold this alone is worth the pains of any excursion a thousand times over. The highest peaks burned like islands in a sea of liquid shade. Then the lower peaks and spires caught the glow, and long lances of light, streaming through many a notch and pass, fell thick on the frozen meadows.”

Quote by John Muir

Work

Nature Writings: The Story of My Boyhood and Youth, My First Summer in the Sierra, the Mountains of California, Stickeen, Selected Essays

This book is a compilation of various works that delve into the author's profound connection with the natural world. It includes personal reflections on boyhood and youth, as well as detailed accounts of the author's first summer in the Sierra Nevada and his explorations in the mountains of California. Additionally, the collection features the story of Stickeen, a narrative of survival and companionship in the wilderness, and a selection of essays that further explore the author's observations and thoughts on nature. more

Author

John Muir
John Muir

John Muir (April 21, 1838 - December 24, 1914) was an American naturalist, writer, explorer, and environmentalist. Known for his love of nature and advocacy for environmental protection, Muir is considered one of the pioneers of the modern environmental movement. more

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