ISBN: 9781153710497

Excerpt: ... the wind in great blasts swept over the tops of the trees, its voice was raised to piercing shrieks that gradually died away into low moans. We thought of the vast wilderness… Plus…

Excerpt: ... the wind in great blasts swept over the tops of the trees, its voice was raised to piercing shrieks that gradually died away into low moans. We thought of the vast wilderness lying all about us under the pall of a moonless and starless night. Where had all the people in the world gone to, anyway? But, sitting there on our couch of boughs beneath the tarpaulin, in the grateful warmth of the high-leaping flames, we found it very cosey. And we talked of the places and persons that were somewhere beyond the solitudes. You don''t mind sitting here for a while and chatting, do you, b''y? said Hubbard. It''s very cold and shivery in the tent. B''y was a word we had picked up from the Newfoundland fishermen, who habitually use it in addressing one another, be the person addressed old or young. At first Hubbard and I called each other b''y in jest, but gradually it became with us a term almost of endearment. No, b''y, I answered; I would much rather be out here with you than in the tent. I was thinking, said Hubbard, of how I loved, in the evening after dinner last winter, to sit before the wood fire in our grate at Congers, and watch the blaze with Mina Mrs. Hubbard near me. What a feeling of quiet, and peace, and contentment, would come to me then! Dillon Wallace, Books, Travel, The Lure Of The Labrador Wild Books>Travel, General Books LLC<

ISBN: 9781153710497

Excerpt: ... the wind in great blasts swept over the tops of the trees, its voice was raised to piercing shrieks that gradually died away into low moans. We thought of the vast wilderness… Plus…

Excerpt: ... the wind in great blasts swept over the tops of the trees, its voice was raised to piercing shrieks that gradually died away into low moans. We thought of the vast wilderness lying all about us under the pall of a moonless and starless night. Where had all the people in the world gone to, anyway? But, sitting there on our couch of boughs beneath the tarpaulin, in the grateful warmth of the high-leaping flames, we found it very cosey. And we talked of the places and persons that were somewhere beyond the solitudes. You don''t mind sitting here for a while and chatting, do you, b''y? said Hubbard. It''s very cold and shivery in the tent. B''y was a word we had picked up from the Newfoundland fishermen, who habitually use it in addressing one another, be the person addressed old or young. At first Hubbard and I called each other b''y in jest, but gradually it became with us a term almost of endearment. No, b''y, I answered; I would much rather be out here with you than in the tent. I was thinking, said Hubbard, of how I loved, in the evening after dinner last winter, to sit before the wood fire in our grate at Congers, and watch the blaze with Mina Mrs. Hubbard near me. What a feeling of quiet, and peace, and contentment, would come to me then! Dillon Wallace, Books, Travel, The Lure Of The Labrador Wild Books>Travel <

2013, ISBN: 1153710498

Kartoniert / Broschiert JUVENILE NONFICTION / History / Exploration & Discovery, mit Schutzumschlag neu, [PU:Books LLC, Reference Series]

2013, ISBN: 1153710498

Kartoniert / Broschiert JUVENILE NONFICTION / History / Exploration & Discovery, mit Schutzumschlag 11, [PU:Books LLC, Reference Series]