Books with title The Hidden Valley of Oz

IT was a dear, crisp October morning. There was a shrill whistle of a locomotive, and then a westbound passenger train dashed into the depot of an Iowa town. A young man descended the car steps with an armful of luggage. He deposited his parcels on the platform, and half expectantly looked about him. Just then there was a "honk! honk!" from a huge automobile as it came to a palpitating halt, and a familiar voice called out: "Hello, Roderick, old man!" And a moment later Roderick Warfield was shaking hands with his boon friend of former college days, Whitley Adams. Both were in their early twenties, stalwart, well set up, clean-cut young fellows. Whitley's face was all aglow in the happiness of reunion. But Roderick, after the first cordial greeting, wore a graver look. He listened quietly while his comrade rambled on. "Mighty glad to receive your wire last night at the club. But what brings you home so unexpectedly? We've been hearing all sorts of glowing stories-about your being in the thick of affairs in little old New York and rolling in the shekels to beat the band." "Fairy tales," was the laconic reply, accompanied by a look that was compounded of a sigh and a wistful smile. "How's that?" asked young Adams, glancing up into the other's face and for the first time noticing its serious expression. "Don't tell me you've struck a financial snag thus early in your Stock Exchange career." "Several financial snags-and struck 'em pretty badly too, I'm afraid."

“The Treasure of Hidden Valley” is a 1915 novel by Willis G. Emerson. Willis George Emerson (1856 – 1918) was an American lawyer, novelist, politician, and founder of the North American Copper Company and the town of Encampment in Wyoming. His most famous novel is “The Smoky God, or A Voyage Journey to the Inner Earth”, presented as a real account penned by the author in 1908 concerning the escapades of a Norwegian sailor named Olaf Jansen who sailed through a hole to the Earth's interior at the North Pole. Other notable works by this author include: “Winning Winds” (1885), “Grey Rocks: A tale of the Middle West” (1894), and “Was It a Crime? 'Coin at School' dissected” (1900). Many vintage books such as this are increasingly scarce and expensive. It is with this in mind that we are republishing this volume now in an affordable, modern, high-quality edition complete with the original text and artwork.

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Excerpt from The Treasure of Hidden ValleyFairy tales, was the laconic reply, accompanied by a look that was compounded of a sigh and a wist ful smile.How's that? Asked young Adams, glancing up into the other's face and for the first time noticing its serious expression. Don't tell me you've struck a financial snag thus early in your Stock Exchange career.Several financial snags - and struck 'em pretty badly too, I'm afraid.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.

This is a pre-1923 historical reproduction that was curated for quality. Quality assurance was conducted on each of these books in an attempt to remove books with imperfections introduced by the digitization process. Though we have made best efforts - the books may have occasional errors that do not impede the reading experience. We believe this work is culturally important and have elected to bring the book back into print as part of our continuing commitment to the preservation of printed works worldwide. This text refers to the Bibliobazaar edition.

IT was a dear, crisp October morning. There was a shrill whistle of a locomotive, and then a westbound passenger train dashed into the depot of an Iowa town. A young man descended the car steps with an armful of luggage. He deposited his parcels on the platform, and half expectantly looked about him. Just then there was a “honk! honk!” from a huge automobile as it came to a palpitating halt, and a familiar voice called out: “Hello, Roderick, old man!” And a moment later Roderick Warfield was shaking hands with his boon friend of former college days, Whitley Adams. Both were in their early twenties, stalwart, well set up, clean-cut young fellows. Whitley’s face was all aglow in the happiness of reunion. But Roderick, after the first cordial greeting, wore a graver look. He listened quietly while his comrade rambled on. “Mighty glad to receive your wire last night at the club. But what brings you home so unexpectedly? We’ve been hearing all sorts of glowing stories—about your being in the thick of affairs in little old New York and rolling in the shekels to beat the band.”

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IT was a dear, crisp October morning. There was a shrill whistle of a locomotive, and then a westbound passenger train dashed into the depot of an Iowa town. A young man descended the car steps with an armful of luggage. He deposited his parcels on the platform, and half expectantly looked about him. Just then there was a "honk! honk!" from a huge automobile as it came to a palpitating halt, and a familiar voice called out: "Hello, Roderick, old man!" And a moment later Roderick Warfield was shaking hands with his boon friend of former college days, Whitley Adams. Both were in their early twenties, stalwart, well set up, clean-cut young fellows. Whitley's face was all aglow in the happiness of reunion. But Roderick, after the first cordial greeting, wore a graver look. He listened quietly while his comrade rambled on. "Mighty glad to receive your wire last night at the club. But what brings you home so unexpectedly? We've been hearing all sorts of glowing stories-about your being in the thick of affairs in little old New York and rolling in the shekels to beat the band."