Storm-Bound - The Original Classic Edition
Nonfiction, Reference & Language, Reference, Fiction & Literature
| Author: | Douglas Alan | ISBN: | 9781486416431 |
| Publisher: | Emereo Publishing | Publication: | October 24, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Emereo Publishing | Language: | English |
| Author: | Douglas Alan |
| ISBN: | 9781486416431 |
| Publisher: | Emereo Publishing |
| Publication: | October 24, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Emereo Publishing |
| Language: | English |
This is a high quality book of the original classic edition.
This is a freshly published edition of this culturally important work, which is now, at last, again available to you.
Enjoy this classic work. These few paragraphs distill the contents and give you a quick look inside:
Ive been trying to figure things out, Elmer told them, as they sat down on a log to rest, while trying to decide which way they should turn; and while Im liable to be mistaken just as much as anybody else, I really think wed have a better chance to find that cabin, or run across some sign of Tobys uncle, if we quit following this creek bed, and turned sharply to the right.
...I did think of it, Toby told him; but it meant more weight to our packs; and then from what Uncle Calebs told me about the lay of the country up here, I couldnt figure out how wed find any use for skates where there was only swamp, marsh, and mebbe a few little crooked creeks nearly always covered with a foot of snow.
...And Id feel safe in wagering, said Toby, with a laugh, as he held up his partridge, beautifully cleaned, and ready to be broiled before the fire, after he had split it down the back, that if we were anywhere near home George would be[31] willing to spend his last dime in bribing some boy to finish his job; but that dont go here; no work no pay.
...Well, praps you may have a chance to use those snow-shoes soonern you thought you would, Toby, ventured Lil Artha, as they all crouched there, staring out at the dark forest, and watching the myriads of big flakes steadily falling, as though a storm of the greatest magnitude had come down from the far northwest, where the weather man keeps this brand of thing in tap for scouts who are incautious enough to be caught napping, away off in a strange woods, and with only rations for one day in their haversacks.
...mebbe I dont wish we were there now, snug under his roof, and telling him all about our adventure, as well as how Elmer here found a way to pull his chums out of a hole, like he always does, and Toby, while saying this, gave the scout master a sly look, as though begging him to tell[42] them some hopeful news that would buoy their sinking spirits up.
This is a high quality book of the original classic edition.
This is a freshly published edition of this culturally important work, which is now, at last, again available to you.
Enjoy this classic work. These few paragraphs distill the contents and give you a quick look inside:
Ive been trying to figure things out, Elmer told them, as they sat down on a log to rest, while trying to decide which way they should turn; and while Im liable to be mistaken just as much as anybody else, I really think wed have a better chance to find that cabin, or run across some sign of Tobys uncle, if we quit following this creek bed, and turned sharply to the right.
...I did think of it, Toby told him; but it meant more weight to our packs; and then from what Uncle Calebs told me about the lay of the country up here, I couldnt figure out how wed find any use for skates where there was only swamp, marsh, and mebbe a few little crooked creeks nearly always covered with a foot of snow.
...And Id feel safe in wagering, said Toby, with a laugh, as he held up his partridge, beautifully cleaned, and ready to be broiled before the fire, after he had split it down the back, that if we were anywhere near home George would be[31] willing to spend his last dime in bribing some boy to finish his job; but that dont go here; no work no pay.
...Well, praps you may have a chance to use those snow-shoes soonern you thought you would, Toby, ventured Lil Artha, as they all crouched there, staring out at the dark forest, and watching the myriads of big flakes steadily falling, as though a storm of the greatest magnitude had come down from the far northwest, where the weather man keeps this brand of thing in tap for scouts who are incautious enough to be caught napping, away off in a strange woods, and with only rations for one day in their haversacks.
...mebbe I dont wish we were there now, snug under his roof, and telling him all about our adventure, as well as how Elmer here found a way to pull his chums out of a hole, like he always does, and Toby, while saying this, gave the scout master a sly look, as though begging him to tell[42] them some hopeful news that would buoy their sinking spirits up.
