John Townsend Trowbridge: 12 books

4 works of John Townsend Trowbridge American author born in Ogden, New York, USA (1827-1916) This ebook presents a collection of 4 works of John Townsend Trowbridge. A dynamic table of contents allows you to jump directly to the work selected. Table of Contents: - Cudjo's Cave - Father Brighthopes - The Man Who Stole A Meeting-House - The Young Surveyor

The Man Who Stole A Meeting House John Townsend Trowbridge, american author (1827-1916) This ebook presents «The Man Who Stole A Meeting House», from John Townsend Trowbridge. A dynamic table of contents enables to jump directly to the chapter selected. TABLE OF CONTENTS -01- ABOUT THIS BOOK -02- THE MAN WHO STOLE A MEETING HOUSE

Cudjo's Cave John Townsend Trowbridge, american author (1827-1916) This ebook presents «Cudjo's Cave», from John Townsend Trowbridge. A dynamic table of contents enables to jump directly to the chapter selected. TABLE OF CONTENTS -01- ABOUT THIS BOOK -02- THE SCHOOLMASTER...

Father Brighthopes John Townsend Trowbridge, american author (1827-1916) This ebook presents «Father Brighthopes», from John Townsend Trowbridge. A dynamic table of contents enables to jump directly to the chapter selected. TABLE OF CONTENTS -01- ABOUT THIS BOOK -02- PREFACE...

I 'lowed your boss would come himself, in place of sendin' a boy! muttered the old man, taking up the gun,—a light double-barrelled fowling-piece,—sighting across it with an experienced eye, and laying it down again. "Sal, bring the axe; it's stickin' in the log thar by the wood-pile. Curi's...

Jack’s first thought was, that the creature, whatever it might be, was in the log when he placed his clothes there, and that it had afterwards seized them and perhaps torn them to pieces. Then he reflected that the hair he touched felt wet; and he said, “The thing ran to its hole after I put the...

Jedwort himself had been going to rack and ruin, morally speaking. He was a middling decent sort of man when I first knew him; and I judge there must have been something about him more than common, or he never could have got such a wife. But then women do marry, sometimes, unaccountably. I've known...

A young fellow in a light buggy, with a big black dog sitting composedly beside him, enjoying the ride, drove up, one summer afternoon, to the door of a log-house, in one of the early settlements of Northern Illinois.

Mr. Royden felt the force of the remark, but, being a man of exceedingly fine nerves, he did not think it would be possible for him to break up his habit of fretfulness, in the midst of all the annoyances which strewed his daily path with thorns. He said as much to his aged friend. "Do you never...

In the month of August, 1865, I set out to visit some of the scenes of the great conflict through which the country had lately passed. On the twelfth I reached Harrisburg,—a plain, prosaic town of brick and wood, with nothing especially attractive about it except its broad-sheeted, shining river,...

One evening, in the month of October, 1861, the Manly family were gathered together in their little sitting-room, discussing a question of the most serious importance to all of them, and to Frank in particular. Mrs. Manly sat by the table, pretending to sew; but now and then the tears rushed into...

Carl crept stealthily up the bank, and, peering through the window, saw the master writing at his desk. In his neat Quaker garb, his slender form bent over his task, his calm young face dimly seen in profile, there he sat. The room was growing dark; the glow of a March sunset was fading fast from...