Harry Milvaine, or, The Wanderings of a Wayward Boy (Illustrated)
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Illustrated endpapers; also a frontispiece on coated paper unsigned. Former owner's info to the front endpapers, in pencil, otherwise unmarked.
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Corner tips and spine ends show a touch of edgewear, with tiny frays at the corners. Hinges solid; binding square. A clean, tight copy.. The Viking Press, Bound in green cloth with titles and decorations stamped in black. First edition, with corresponding dates to the title and copyright pages and "First Published by The Viking Press in September " beneath the coyright.
Color frontispiece and internal black and white illustrations by Cathal O'Toole. Signed and inscribed by the author on the half-title, otherwise unmarked. The cloth shows just a hint of edgewear, with no frays or stains. The rear panel is lightly toned.
No rips, chips or clips. A clean, tight copy, with the jacket now in mylar. The first edition makes no mention of the Junior Literary Guild. Inscribed and Signed By Author. Houghton Mifflin Company, Bound in pale beige cloth with titles and decorations stamped in dark green; pages. First edition, with corresponding dates to the title and copyright pages. A story of convict life in old Australia.
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The cloth shows just a hint of edgewear with a trace of soil to the covers and a small smudge of undetermined origin to the lower spine. The corners have small chips. The rear spine fold is separated about 5". A clean, tight, unmarked copy, with the jacket now in mylar..
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Appleton-Century Company, Bound in red cloth with titles and rules stamped in black. The color frontispiece repeats the dust wrapper illustration. Volume three the final volume in The World War Series. Originally published in Title page dated , with no mention of Sallie B. Altsheler on the copyright page.
The cloth has only a hint of edgewear at the head of the spine. The corners are sharp, the hinges are solid, and the binding is square. The dust wrapper has only slight wear at the head and heel of the spine and tiny chips at three of the four corners.
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There are no tape repairs. The mostly white jacket shows only a hint of soil. A clean, tight, unmarked copy, with the jacket now in mylar. Harper code D-D April ; originally published in with the title sections reversed. With a frontispiece and three internal illustrations by Walt Louderback, all present. Early days on the Mississippi River.
Clean, tight and unmarked; jacket in mylar. James Pott and Co. No copyright, but the plates match those of the British edition published by Hodder and Stoughton in , so the date to the title page would indicate the first American printing.
The covers are identical with the British issue, excepting for their color. Illustrations not identified by page numbers by W. Tissue guard present at the frontispiece. The cloth shows mild edgewear at the corners and spine ends, with four tiny frays at the heel. Inked ownership information to both pastedowns and front free endpaper, otherwise unmarked. Front hinge just starting; the rear is solid. Altogether a handsome copy of one of the author's least common titles.. Appleton and Company, Bound in brick red cloth with titles and decorations stamped in black.
First edition, with the publisher's 1 in parentheses 1 on the final page of the text. With a frontispiece and three internal illustrations in color by George Varian, all present. The cloth shows only very light wear at the extremities. The text has light foxing, heaviest opposite the illustrations. Former owners name in pencil to the front free endpaper, otherwise unmarked. One of only five novels from the son of William Osborn Stoddard, Abraham Lincoln's "third" secretary..
Blackie and Son, title page date identifying first edition. Very clean and bright. All page edges are olivine. A prior gift inscription is crossed off, and a later one added on the verso of the half title page. There is a two page color map of the Russian Empire and all illustrations are present. Corner tips are rubbed and the spine ends are lightly rubbed, but without fraying. Appleton and Company, Bound in blue cloth with titles and decorations stamped in orange.
Originally published by W. Wilde in under the title "With Flintlock and Fife", this is the first Appleton edition, with the one in parentheses 1 on the final page of the text. A volume in the publisher's American Scouting Series. With a frontispiece and four internal illustrations on coated paper by John Small, all present. The cloth shows just a hint of edgewear. The spine has two rather light smudges. Ownership signature to the front free endpaper, otherwise unmarked.
Harry Milvaine; Or, The Wanderings of a Wayward Boy by Gordon Stables
A clean, tight copy. Appleton-Century Company, Bound in red cloth with titles and decorations stamped in black. First edition, with corresponding dates to the title and copyright pages and the publlisher's one in parentheses 1 on the last page of the text. The cloth shows only minor edgewear with a couple of tiny spots of color loss. A clean, tight, unmarked copy. Uncommon title issued towards the end of the author's career.. The cloth shows only very light edgewear.
Thick paper is stiff and somewhat toned, but not brittle. Spine is sunned, but titles are still legible. Then they shouted again — together this time; shouted and listened, but there was no answering call. There was a rushing sound among the tall spruces, and a flap-flap-flapping of wings, as startled wild pigeons fled from their nests away out into the dreary depths of the forest. There was the too-whit, to-who-oo-oo of an owl in the distance, but no other sound responded to their shouting. They knocked nevertheless, knocked again and again, and at last had the satisfaction of hearing a match lighted, then a light shone through the door seams, and a voice — a somewhat timorous and quavering one — demanded:.
Of course the lost ones were not there, and the widow shook and trembled with fear when she heard the story. She had only to say that the cleerach, who was a kind of forest ranger or keeper, had seen both the lost ones that afternoon gathering wild flowers.
They bade the widow good-night, and started. She told them, last thing, that she would go to her bed and pray for them. But they had not gone quite one mile and a half, when a brawny figure sprang from behind a tree, and a stentorian voice shouted:. Sure it was after the poachers I was.
For the first time since he had left home the farmer-laird felt real dread and fear. Mr Milvaine met the charge manfully enough. She told them, last thing, that she would go to her bed and pray for them. Bound in dark blue cloth with titles stamped in gilt and decorations stamped in black, white and tan. The dust wrapper shows only a hint of edgewear, with no rips, chips or clips.
But bless me, laird, what brings you into the forest at such an hour? A one-roomed wooden hut it was, built in a clearing, and almost like that of a backwoodsman. The only portion not wood was the hearth and the chimney. All the information the cleerach could give them was hardly worth having, only he had seen Miss Campbell and young Harry, and they were then taking the path through the forest that led away to the river and past the field where the bull was.
Nothing could be done till daylight. So the three sat by the fire, on which the cleerach heaped more logs; for, summer though it was, the night was chill, and a dew was falling. But stuffed heads and animals stood here and there in the corners, and skins of wild creatures were nailed up everywhere. Skins of whitterit or weasel, of foumart or pole-cat, of the wild cat itself, of great unsightly rats, of moles and of voles, and hawks and owls galore.
Scotchmen do not easily let down their hearts, so these men — and men they were in every sense of the word — sat there by the fire telling each other wild, weird forest tales and stories of folk-lore until at length the daylight streamed in at the window — cold and comfortless-looking — and almost put out the fire. Then in less than five minutes three huge dishes of oatmeal brose was made, and — that was the breakfast, with milk and butter. Towsie Jock never moved from under the tree all the night long. Poor Miss Campbell was weary, tired, and cramped, but she dared not sleep.
Once or twice she caught herself half-dreaming, and started up again in fright, and thanked Heaven she had not gone quite to sleep. How long, long the stars seemed to shine, she thought! Would they never fade? Would morning never, never come? But see, through the green leafy veil a glimmer of dawn at last, and she lifts up her thoughts in prayer to Him who has preserved them. How soundly Harry sleeps in her arms!
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How beautiful the boy looks, too, in his sleep! The young image of his stalwart father. The light in the east spreads up and up, and the stars pale before it, and disappear. Then the few clouds there are, begin to light up, and finally to glow in dazzling crimson and yellow. She is wondering when assistance will come.
But the sun shoots up, and help appears as far away as ever. Then a shrill whistle. She knows that assistance is not far off, if she can only make them hear. She knows that the silence which succeeds the shouting means that they are listening for a response. She tries to answer, but no sound much louder than a whisper can she emit.
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The cold dews have rendered her almost voiceless. But it had one effect. It roused Towsie Jock. All his wrath seemed at once to return, and he prepared once more to attack the tree. For the first time since he had left home the farmer-laird felt real dread and fear. In his imagination he could see the mangled bodies of his son and the governess, with the bull standing guard over them.