Books with author Robert Montgomery BIRD

After abducting P.J. Conners, Crater Kendall brings her to a cabin in the woods. Her uncle, Colonel John Stallings, is there. Instead of rescuing his niece, Stallings orders her killed to protect the terrible secret of what they are doing there. Aided by her wolf family, she escapes and sets out to learn the secret. Stallings and Kendall try to kill her father and deputy Jackie Novak as they search for the girl. P.J. learns the secret, but is re-captured by Kendall. Will she live to tell about it? Good and evil collide in a ferocious climax as a storm rolls into the mountains.

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Excerpt from Peter Pilgrim, Vol. 1 of 2: Or a Rambler's RecollectionsIt is only the'man of J aques's temper whom travel makes sad. He who is of an humour to see things on the dark side, to moralize instead of admiring, will find occasion enough for melancholy. T 0 such a man, every inch of the earth's surface is pregnant with thought, every scene has its record, every countenance its lesson; thought, record, and lesson being, for the most part, of a very sombre and la gubrious character To travel is, in such a case, only to become better acquainted with human folly, to ponder more deeply on the extraordinary perversity of a race, which, with the means of making a paradise of the globe, its glorious dwelling-place, has laboured for sixty centuries to convert it into a house of mourning, and having succeeded, is still toiling with might and main to 'keep it so. It is to force upon the mind those dreary recollections of the past, those dark fore bodings of the future - revealments and per tents of human destiny - which are so painful to the heart, so humiliating to the pride, I may even add, so terrific to the imagination, of him who loves, or would love, his species.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 The Hawks of Hawk-Hollow, Vol. 1 of 2: A Tradition of PennsylvaniaHear me, but don't believe me, after you have heard - says Calderon, the Spanish dramatic poet, with a droll spirit of honesty, only equalled by the English Burton, who concludes the tale of the Prebend, in his Anatomy of Melancholy, by ex claiming, You have heard my tale; but, alas! It is but a tale, - a mere fiction: 'twas never so, never like to be, - and so let it rest. We might imitate the frankness of these ancient Worthies, in regard to the degree of credit which should be ao corded to our tradition; but it would be at an ex pense of greater space and tediousness than we care to bestow upon the reader. We could not declare, in the same Wholesale way, that the folu lowing narrative is a mere fabrication, for such iti is not; while to let the reader into the secret, and 1 point out the different facts (for facts there are) that are interwoven with the long gossamer web of fiction, would be a work of both time and labour.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 The Hawks of Hawk-Hollow, Vol. 1 of 2: A Tradition of PennsylvaniaHear me, but don't believe me, after you have heard - says Calderon, the Spanish dramatic poet, with a droll spirit of honesty, only equalled by the English Burton, who concludes the tale of the Prebend, in his Anatomy of Melancholy, by ex claiming, You have heard my tale; but, alas! It is but a tale, - a mere fiction: 'twas never so, never like to be, - and so let it rest. We might imitate the frankness of these ancient Worthies, in regard to the degree of credit which should be ao corded to our tradition; but it would be at an ex pense of greater space and tediousness than we care to bestow upon the reader. We could not declare, in the same Wholesale way, that the folu lowing narrative is a mere fabrication, for such iti is not; while to let the reader into the secret, and 1 point out the different facts (for facts there are) that are interwoven with the long gossamer web of fiction, would be a work of both time and labour.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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