I have just finished The Long Rifle by Stewart Edward White, a book that was published in 1930. It is a book that takes place in the early 1800's, specifically somewhere around 1820 and is a saga of the early mountain men in the western U.S.. The writing and story is pretty wonderful. I recommend this book, without reservation, to anyone interested in that era of the history of the U.S. A little snippet from the book:
Andy had slept the sound sleep of one nervously drained dry. He had not known when the noise had died down. Now he lay on his back in the lodge, staring up at the white wood smoke eddying fantastically across a bar of sunlight. From the branches of the big cottonwood just outside came the soft contemplative crooning of mourning doves. Over beyond, a pony nickered sharply. Clear voiced meadow larks experimented with new songs. Beneath the accents of sound the river gabbled in a hurried and confidential undertone. In contrast to the red-hot murky pandemonium of the night before, this was full of peace, and Andy soaked it up as his bodily tissues soaked up the first water after a desert "scrape".
P.S.....As I sit here by my computer I look out the window and there are 6 deer grazing, actually eating our flowers, in our front yard.