Ernest Thompson

“If only this had been in England or Ireland, any peasant could have explained it offhand – invisible pairs of tiny, furry boots, dancing in the moonlight – why, the veriest idiot knows that – fairies, of course.”
― Ernest Thompson

“You have been wasting your time reading books. You have never been on the shifting Currumpaw when the moon of the Mesas comes up to glint the river at its every bend, and bathe the hills in green and veil the shades in blue. You have not heard the moonlight music. You have not seen these moonbeams skip from the thistle-top and bayonet-spear to rest in peace at last, as by appointment, on the smooth-swept dancing floor of a tiny race that visits the earth each night, coming from nowhere, and disappearing without a sound of falling feet.”
― Ernest Thompson