hoio

Updated: July 13, 2025

But I hardly recognized even the name of my own country in her innocent prattle; it seemed like a land of fable, all had a remote mythological air, and I pressed my inquiries as if I was hearing of this strange land for the first time. She had an uncle still living in the "States of Hoio," but exactly where her father had lived was not so clear. In the States somewhere, and in "Ogden's Valley."

John Burroughs - Winter Sunshine