Books with author Mary Hamilton Frye

Having his little sister at camp would be a pain, but Taylor never imagined the pain would go so deep..To achieve his dream, Taylor must stay out of trouble. Only his younger sister believes in his dream, but she can also destroy it.Taylor sizes up his snobbish cabin mate on first sight. After that, it's an all-out prank war. The stakes rise when his little sister cozies up with the guy, refusing to believe Taylor's warnings until the ultimate prank lands them all in hot water. Taylor takes the fall, but this time, there's no getting back up.Speak No Evil is Book 2 in the Rustic Knoll Bible Camp series. If you've ever been to camp--or wished you could go--you'll love the authentic camp setting, the quirky characters and the real life problems encountered.Buy Speak No Evil today, and experience camp so real you'll smell the campfire. No bug spray needed!

Excerpt from The Story of Abraham LincolnO CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN!"0 Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done!The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won.The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;But O heart! heart! heart!O the bleeding drops of red,Where on the deck my Captain lies,Fallen cold and dead.O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;Rise up - for you the flag is flung - for you the bugle trills,For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths - for you the shores a-crowding:For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;Here Captain! dear father!This arm beneath your head!It is some dream that on the deckYou've fallen cold and dead.My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!But I with mournful treadWalk the deck; my Captain lies,Fallen cold and dead." -Walt Whitman.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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Welcome to Haunting Tales, recorded during "Literally, a Haunted House," produced each October to raise funds for The Culbertson Mansion State Historic Site in New Albany, Indiana. In 1867, for about $120,000, William S. Culbertson built his three-story, twenty-five room home. With its hand-painted ceilings, carved rosewood staircase, and marble fireplaces, his home re-flected his affluence. After his death in 1892, the mansion and its contents were sold. A series of owners painted white paint over the hand-painted ceilings and boarded up rooms. Since 1985 this annual event, rated a "Top 10 Halloween Haunted House" in *USA Today* 1991, generates funds to restore the mansion to its Victorian era glory. While brave souls wait to enter the 'haunted' carriage house, many visit the formal parlor to hear spooky stories which could have been told in Victorian days. *Haunting Tales*, recorded over a series of haunted house evenings, features stories t

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