Every state in the Union has a specialty, a featured output or possession, which is the twig upon which that bright bird, sectional pride, may sit to preen its feathers. To Oregon its apples, Texas its longhorns, Kansas its jayhawks; the wheat-farms of Minnesota, the sandlots of Florida, the mammy-songs of Alabama and the golden whales of California. And Indiana, the lilac and honeysuckle state of Indiana, whose breeze is thick with fancies as its gardens are with bees—Indiana is the nursery of writers. So many are the literary people who have come...
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