disciver

Updated: May 11, 2025

As we reached the stables, he had become the serene bird he promised, and was sentimentally continuing: "'De sun is made of mud from de bottom of de river; De moon is made o' fox-fire, as you might disciver; De stars like de ladies' eyes, All round de world dey flies, To give a little light when de moon don't rise."

Owen Wister - The Virginian, a Horseman of the Plains