Books with author F. W Robins

The story of California can be told in terms of its land. Better still, it can be told in terms of men and women claiming the land. These men and women form a procession that begins in prehistory and comes down to the present moment. Heading the procession are Indians, stemming out of a mysterious past, speaking a babel of tongues, and laying claims to certain hunting, fishing, and acorn-gathering areas-possessory claims doomed to fade quickly before conquering white races. Following the brown-skinned Indians are Spanish speaking soldiers, settlers, and missionaries who, in 1769, began coming up through Lower California and taking over the fertile coast valleys and the harbors of California. Their laws were the Laws of the Indies controlling Spanish colonization and governing ownership of land. Missions, presidios, pueblos, and ranchos were born in the period of these people.

My name is Aggie Jumble, and I'm a 6th grade monster hunter. Some say I'm countrified. They say I have a funny accent, I git to spell words all wrong, and make them laugh. Momma just says we're differnt. I moved to the city not too long ago and boy, it's just all weird. It's almost like I done moved into a farn country. There's all kinda ruckus goin on here. Seeins how it's just far too much to recollect in my head, I tried to git it all down in this here story book. Momma made me call it a Diary so even citified girls might want to read about them there scary monsters too. It might help spread the word on how to wallop these things upside the head...just in case we don't make through our adventures.Diary of a Countrified Zombie Killer is a short story intended to make people laugh and is entertaining for children, middle school students, and even adults.Age Level: 9 - 12 | Grade Level: 4th and up

Excerpt from Slaves of the Ring, Vol. 1 of 3: Or Before and AfterI had recovered my composure, and was considering the matter, When the person who had startled me was ushered into my presence by the landlady's daughter.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 Her Face Was Her Fortune, Vol. 2 of 3A second steady survey of him, a long study of him in her mirror, wherein he moved not, but stood rigid as the marble statues which were staring at him from their pedestals; and then, fraught with a new fear, conscious that there was a motive in his presence, she Opened the French window, and descended the sloping bank of turf towards him. She had feared him much, but she was not afraid of him that day.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 Owen, a Waif, Vol. 2 of 3Yes, it was a disappointment, after all - one of the greatest and the most acute, because Owen would not confess to himself that he had ever had a r1ght to think of Ruth Dell. Therefore his morbid feelings, and a sense of having lost his chance of the greatest, brightest reward that his hopes could look forward to and long for, were all nuwar rantable. His duty was to check those feel ings; he would be a very child to Show them to the light, and let the few friends Whom he owned be Witness to such foolish weakness. He was a. Man, and would live down all disappointment; his should be a heart for ever hard to guess at!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.