Books with author C.G. Stewart

IT WAS A BOY'S DREAM COME TRUE Will and Nat could scarcely believe it. The Boone family was leaving the big city for a new life---on an eastern Oregon ranch. There would be horses to ride---their very own horses---and so much more. Best of all were the hours spent searching the hills and canyons beyond the ranch, seeking their own kind of hidden treasure.

Excerpt from Uncle Josh's Punkin Centre Stories: 'The Talking Machine Story Teller"The one particular object in writing this book is to furnish you with an occasional laugh, and the writer with an occasional dollar. If you get the laugh you have your equivalent, and the writer has his.In Uncle Josh Weathersby you have a purely imaginary character, yet one true to life. A character chuck full of sunshine and rural simplicity._ Take him as you find him, and in his experiences you will observe there is a bright side to everything.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.

A Top Secret Air Force base hanger was on full alert searching for an escaped alien body that had somehow survived the spaceship crash. Men in black and armed military jeeps were lighting the secret area with spot lights to find the unknown dead body that was now alive and running in the dark. Several miles down the hill from the secret base ran a short creature with long white fibers that glowed blue every five seconds. His long arms with red claws interlocked over his head every three steps to glide above the ground for five seconds. Brujo, the name he would be given by a local boy, stopped with a loud yell sounding screath amid glide and pierced his bright red eyes back towards the hanger. He followed with a second high pitch screath carried into the wind towards the base hoping for a returned screath. Brujo listened hoping his co-back Leffler had also survived the spaceship crash and also escaped from the secret hanger. Brujo released a final sad screath into the night wind and quickly ran his one, two, three steps interlocked his clawed hands and glided in a blue haze for five seconds towards town. He floated in a five, three, five rhythm until he reached the first house on the hill from the secret base. Brujo stared at the house high on hill by a ravine and noticed a glass portal on the side of the home. His red eyes scanned through the big picture window and fixed upon a white cloudy figure playing a large grand piano. He yelped a silent screath and thought what kind of creature is this and can it lead me to my earthly invitee known as "with love".