Rose of the Wilderness
S. R. Crockett
Paperback
(Forgotten Books, Nov. 30, 2017)
Excerpt from Rose of the WildernessFour times 1 had been at Newton Stewart, twice at Dalry, and once at Dumfries, which has thousands of people and pavements that go right across the street. My name is Rose Gordon, and silly folk call me The Rose of the Wilderness - though not in the hearing of my father.He is Henry Gordon of the Dungeon. The Dungeon is a farm - a little sheep farm with heathery hills thronging about it as far as the eye can see. Many gleaming little lochans separate these, and in the flat places between there are slow blackish lanes of water turning and twisting among the black peat hags.The nearest school is at the Rowan Tree, but it is a long, rough road, so my father mostly taught me himself. He is a well-learned man, my father, even for a Galloway herd, and in his younger days, before he wedded my mother for good and all, he had many strange and terrible adventures.But he settled down well enough, only for the sake of peace very far from his fellow men. He had plenty of books - more than could be brought to the Dungeon on the backs of four strong horses. For when he came here there was not even a cart-track over the moss-hags and the heather grew to one's armpits.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.