“As for me, when I turn these leaves I hear the rustle of wild foliage…” — Maurice Thompson

“As for me, when I turn these leaves I hear the rustle of wild foliage and wilder wings, the songs of many birds, the babbling of innumerable brooks. Can the reader hear these by these same means? If so, my writing has not been in vain.”

Success measured by whether the page still carries the woods · Preface, Sylvan Secrets

Maurice Thompson

About Maurice Thompson

9 September 1844–15 February 1901

James Maurice Thompson arrived in this world on September 9, 1844, in the modest hamlet of Fairfield, Indiana, nestled within Franklin County, where his father served as a Baptist minister. The boy who would grow into one of the most versatile literary figures of the late nineteenth century spent his earliest years in…

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