Books with author Alice MacGowan

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Excerpt from The Sword in the MountainsMusic meant the regimental band playing The Star Spangled Banner or When This Cruel War Is Over, or fife and drum corps returning from some military funeral squealing and throbbing the measure of The Girl I Left Behind Me, while in my ears is still the long swell of brass wind on Lo-ree-na. It mingles in my mind with memories of slender wrists beneath deli cate under-sleeves, ringlets on either side of feminine faces, velvet-ribbon head-dresses like Chaplets, the bal looning crinoline that exaggerated the drooping slim ness of waist and shoulders.I learned the wail of Maryland, My Maryland, the immortal cheer and insouciance of Dixie, because the fathers of some of the children I played with had worn the gray. Long sunny afternoons we frolicked in the earthworks of Redoubt Lytle or Fort Sheridan, racing around the banquette, crawling up over the parapet, sliding down the escarpment into the ditch, or popping through the sally-port, in I spy. If we fell out, the fitting epithets were ever at hand; we had but to ciacu late Reb l Yank and honors were easy. When relations became thus strained, we occupied youthful wits making impudent parodies on their war songs, and they did the same to ours.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Excerpt from The Million-Dollar SuitcaseAs though the words - and their tone - had been a cordial invitation, rather than an Offensive challenge, the young man, who had still shown no sign Of an intention to come into the meeting at all, walked to the table, drew out a chair and sat down.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Excerpt from The Sword in the MountainsMusic meant the regimental band playing The Star Spangled Banner or When This Cruel War Is Over, or fife and drum corps returning from some military funeral squealing and throbbing the measure of The Girl I Left Behind Me, while in my ears is still the long swell of brass wind on Lo-ree-na. It mingles in my mind with memories of slender wrists beneath deli cate under-sleeves, ringlets on either side of feminine faces, velvet-ribbon head-dresses like Chaplets, the bal looning crinoline that exaggerated the drooping slim ness of waist and shoulders.I learned the wail of Maryland, My Maryland, the immortal cheer and insouciance of Dixie, because the fathers of some of the children I played with had worn the gray. Long sunny afternoons we frolicked in the earthworks of Redoubt Lytle or Fort Sheridan, racing around the banquette, crawling up over the parapet, sliding down the escarpment into the ditch, or popping through the sally-port, in I spy. If we fell out, the fitting epithets were ever at hand; we had but to ciacu late Reb l Yank and honors were easy. When relations became thus strained, we occupied youthful wits making impudent parodies on their war songs, and they did the same to ours.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

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