Books with author Frances McKay

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Originally published in 1890. This early works is a fascinating collection of extracts taken from letters of May Francis who sailed from Southampton to Buenos Ayres in one of the Royal Mail steamers, in July 1887...... A comprehensive and informative look at the early history of Argentine and beyond. Many of the earliest books, particularly those dating back to the 1900's and before, are now extremely scarce and increasingly expensive. We are republishing these classic works in affordable, high quality, modern editions, using the original text and artwork.

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Excerpt from Beyond the Argentine: Or, Letters From BrazilHe said that G. Had telegraphed asking him to meet me, but he had understood it to mean the next day, owing, as I afterwards found, to a clerk's having changed the word during the transmission of the telegram. G. Had missed the train the day before, through no fault of his own. SO Mr. Morice took me and my boxes on shore, passed them through the custom-house, and deposited me in the hotel - a very nice one, roses and bougainvillia in the patio, and the owner and a waiter speaking French. I was very hungry, so went down and ordered my dinner. I had just finished it when, to my surprise, in walked G., just the same as ever, only a good deal burnt. He had just arrived by train.We had some coffee early next morning, and left by the train; we travelled till 4 o'clock, only getting out for breakfast at Sta. Anna on the way. The railway-carriages were full of smoking Spaniards, whom we dropped at inter vals all along the line. Sometimes the train stopped on purpose near some estancia, and a horse or two were brought up for the traveller. All day we saw nothing but the prairie - wide grass plains, stretching away like the sea, on which were hundreds and thousands of cattle and horses feeding, and a few deer and some rheas (the South American ostrich); now and then a dead animal, and vultures screaming in the neighbourhood; lots of white bones about.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.