| Author: | Harold Bindloss | ISBN: | 1230000036969 |
| Publisher: | AP Publishing House | Publication: | December 6, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Harold Bindloss |
| ISBN: | 1230000036969 |
| Publisher: | AP Publishing House |
| Publication: | December 6, 2012 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Another wonderful classic novel by Harold Bindloss. Mr. Bindloss specialized in books about early western travels, pioneering, westernism and his favorite landscapes of Canada. Many of his books include a romantic pull as the frontier people face have to do with life and not just location. Here is a brief excerpt from the novel For Jacinta:
The rain came down in sheets, and the mangrove roots were hidden by the yellow flood, when Jefferson stood, dripping, on the Cumbria's bridge. Her iron deck was level, the stumpy pole masts ran upright into the drifting mist, and a column of black smoke floated sluggishly from her rusty funnel. Dingy vapour also rose from the slender one of the locomotive boiler, and cables—hemp and wire and chain—stretched between the mangroves and the steamer's bow and stern. Jefferson, leaning heavily on the bridge rails, considered them each in turn. He shivered a little, though the rain was warm, and his wet face looked unusually gaunt and worn; but his eyes were intent and steady, for at last all was ready for the supreme effort of heaving the Cumbria off.
Another wonderful classic novel by Harold Bindloss. Mr. Bindloss specialized in books about early western travels, pioneering, westernism and his favorite landscapes of Canada. Many of his books include a romantic pull as the frontier people face have to do with life and not just location. Here is a brief excerpt from the novel For Jacinta:
The rain came down in sheets, and the mangrove roots were hidden by the yellow flood, when Jefferson stood, dripping, on the Cumbria's bridge. Her iron deck was level, the stumpy pole masts ran upright into the drifting mist, and a column of black smoke floated sluggishly from her rusty funnel. Dingy vapour also rose from the slender one of the locomotive boiler, and cables—hemp and wire and chain—stretched between the mangroves and the steamer's bow and stern. Jefferson, leaning heavily on the bridge rails, considered them each in turn. He shivered a little, though the rain was warm, and his wet face looked unusually gaunt and worn; but his eyes were intent and steady, for at last all was ready for the supreme effort of heaving the Cumbria off.
