ISBN: 9781493625642

CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform. Paperback. New. Paperback. 120 pages. Dimensions: 9.0in. x 6.0in. x 0.3in.The autumn of the year 1803 was one of the finest in the early par… Mehr…

CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform. Paperback. New. Paperback. 120 pages. Dimensions: 9.0in. x 6.0in. x 0.3in.The autumn of the year 1803 was one of the finest in the early part of that period of the present century which we now call Empire. Rain had refreshed the earth during the month of October, so that the trees were still green and leafy in November. The French people were beginning to put faith in a secret understanding between the skies and Bonaparte, then declared Consul for life, a belief in which that man owes part of his prestige; strange to say, on the day the sun failed him, in 1812, his luck ceased! About four in the afternoon on the fifteenth of November, 1803, the sun was casting what looked like scarlet dust upon the venerable tops of four rows of elms in a long baronial avenue, and sparkling on the sand and grassy places of an immense rond-point, such as we often see in the country where land is cheap enough to be sacrificed to ornament. The air was so pure, the atmosphere so tempered that a family was sitting out of doors as if it were summer. A man dressed in a hunting-jacket of green drilling with green buttons, and breeches of the same stuff, and wearing shoes with thin soles and gaiters to the knee, was cleaning a gun with the minute care a skilful huntsman gives to the work in his leisure hours. This man had neither game nor game-bag, nor any of the accoutrements which denote either departure for a hunt or the return from it; and two women sitting near were looking at him as though beset by a terror they could ill-conceal. Any one observing the scene taking place in this leafy nook would have shuddered, as the old mother-in-law and the wife of the man we speak of were now shuddering. A huntsman does not take such minute precautions with his weapon to kill small game, neither does he use, in the department of the Aube, a heavy rifled carbine. This item ships from multiple locations. Your book may arrive from Roseburg,OR, La Vergne,TN., CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform, Doubleday and Company, Inc., 1962 First Edition. Stated. Some shelf and edge wear, small tears and creasing to dust jacket. Some tanning/foxing to page edges and DJ. Inscription on Free End Page. Price crossed but can still bee seen through ink. Pages are clean and binding is tight. Some discoloration to boards. Solid Book.Good Book in Fair DJ.Gray cloth with silver gilt printing against a blue box on the spine. Endpapers are decorated with map., Doubleday and Company, Inc., 1962, CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform. Paperback. New. Paperback. 144 pages. Dimensions: 9.0in. x 6.0in. x 0.3in.A young man and an old one sat in the shade of the willows beside the wide, still river. The glare of a hot August sun failed to penetrate the shelter in which they idled; out upon the slow-gliding river it beat relentlessly, creating a pale, thin vapour that clung close to the shimmering surface and dazzled the eye with an ever-shifting glaze. The air was lifeless, sultry, stifling; not a leaf, not a twig in the tall, drooping willows moved unless stirred by the passage of some vagrant bird. The older man sat on the ground, his back against the trunk of a tree that grew so near to the edge that it seemed on the point of toppling over to shatter the smooth, green mirror below. Some of its sturdy exposed roots reached down from the bank into the water, where they caught and held the drift from upstream, reeds and twigs and matted grass, a dirty, sickly mass that swished lazily on the flank of the slow-moving current. The water here in the shade was deep and clear and limpid, contrasting sharply with the steel-white surface out beyond. This item ships from multiple locations. Your book may arrive from Roseburg,OR, La Vergne,TN., CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform<