Books with author Francis Lynde

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The summer day was all but spent when Richard Jennifer, riding express, brought me Captain Falconnet's challenge. 'Twas a dayfall to be marked with a white stone, even in our Carolina calendar. The sun, reaching down to the mountain-girt horizon in the west, filled all the upper air with the glory of its departing, and the higher leaf plumes of the great maples before my cabin door wrought lustrous patterns in gilded green upon a zenith background of turquoise shot with crimson, like the figurings of some rich old tapestries I had once seen in my field-marshal's castle in the Mark of Moravia. Beyond the maples a brook tinkled and plashed over the stones on its way to the near-by Catawba; and its peaceful brawling, and the evensong of a pair of clear-throated warblers poised on the topmost twigs of one of the trees, should have been sweet music in the ears of a returned exile. But on that matchless bride's-month evening of dainty sunset arabesques and brook and bird songs, I was in little humor for rejoicing.

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Excerpt from The WreckersBut to come back to the Widner delay: if it hadn't been for that twelve-hour lay-out we would have caught the Saturday night train on the Pioneer Short Line, instead of the day train Sunday morning, and there would have been no meeting with Mrs.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.

Hero and Heroine awake, at the beginning of the novel, on a lake-shore. Neither of them has ever previously seen the other, or the lake-shore. Nor have they any idea how they got there; the last they knew, they were in Quebec (though not in the same part of it). Someone seems to care for their well-being, however, as they quickly find food and some basic supplies cached nearby. They rapidly come to the conclusion that a friend of the Hero is responsible for their predicament, based on the fact that said friend is addicted to practical joking. And they can think of no other reason for what has happened.

The empire is one of the development of the West, especially in the area of the natural resources of gold and mines and the possibilities brought by railroads. There is a lot of technical detail about the hero's occupation, but for anyone interested in daily life in the old days it will be fascinating. The hero is a true hero, plucky in danger and courageous for the right causes.