This is a lovely love story filled with ardor and longing. This is a wonderful statement on how wholesome living and selfless service increase love. David Langston, the man, is a guy of strength, honesty, and straightforwardness, not to be put above tenderness, gentleness, and kindness. Move over, Mr. Darcy. The Harvester who appears in the story takes the candlestick and the knife box, opens the door, and then goes back to the stoop. With begging in his eyes, Belshazzar stood up and took a few steps forward slowly. The man ignored it completely as he knelt over his work. A nighttime love song could be heard coming from across Loon Lake. When he was a young boy, he had retreated from such messages until his mother told him that a small brown owl had written them. Belshazzar mustered the fortitude to take five steps forward after hearing the Harvester chuckle before he fell back to the ground. A line of golden light that ran parallel to the water from the opposing bank to the gravel bed below was cast by the moonlight as it struck the lake's gently rippling waves. Behind her was a shimmering mist, and as she drew closer he could see she was even more beautiful than he had imagined.
Geneva Grace Stratton born on a farm in Wabash County, Indiana on 17 August 1863, was an American author, nature photographer, and naturalist. Living in a rural area, Gene got little academic schooling and alternatively made nature her classroom. Gene revealed an interest in nature and wildlife from an early age. In 1886, Gene married Charles D. Porter, a druggist in Geneva, Indiana. In 1917, Stratton-Porter requested legislative support for the conservation of Limberlost Swamp (a natural preserve for wild plants, moths and birds) and other wetlands in Indiana. She made her launch with The Song of the Cardinal. Among her best known books are Freckles, A Girl of the Limberlost, and The Harvester. During World War I Stratton-Porter went to California and established in 1922 Gene Stratton Porter film company to produce movies of her books. She died in a deadly car accident in 1924. She was entombed in Hollywood Cemetery in California.
