Quotation from: The Valley of the Moon

Written by: Jack London

"Oh,--it is all so beautiful," sighed Saxon. "But there are no
moon-valleys here."

They encountered a plague of butterflies, and for days drove
through untold millions of the fluttering beauties that covered
the road with uniform velvet-brown. And ever the road seemed to
rise under the noses of the snorting mares, filling the air with
noiseless flight, drifting down the breeze in clouds of brown and
yellow soft-flaked as snow, and piling in mounds against the
fences, ever driven to float helplessly on the irrigation ditches
along the roadside. Hazel and Hattie soon grew used to them
though Possum never ceased being made frantic.