By: Ardis E. Parshall - June 07, 2012 The Dixie Quail By Anthony W. Ivins In early morn, when the night had fled,And the Pioneer rose from his weary bed,The musical call of the quail to his mateBrought cheer as he grappled the problems of fate. (1929) (If there’s something familiar about this, you may be remembering Ivins’ poem about the mocking bird and the pioneers.) ...
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