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Books with title Pathfinder

  • The Pathfinder

    James Fenimore Cooper

    (CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform, Nov. 7, 2013)
    One of the best books of all time, James Fenimore Cooper's The Pathfinder. If you haven't read this classic already, then you're missing out - read The Pathfinder by James Fenimore Cooper today!
  • The Pathfinder

    J. Fennimore Cooper

    (Blackie & Son, July 6, 1894)
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  • The Pathfinder,

    James Fenimore Cooper

    Hardcover (Minton, Balch & Co, New York, )
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  • The Pathfinder

    James Fenimore Cooper

    (Wildside Press, Sept. 1, 2007)
    "The Pathfinder," AKA "The Island Sea," is Cooper's most picturesque novel and the fourth of the five Leatherstocking Tales. This book particularly is a naval story set on the Great Lakes of the 1750s, from the author of "The Last of the Mohicans."
  • The Pathfinder

    James Fenimore Cooper

    (Signet Classics, Oct. 1, 1961)
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  • The Pathfinder

    James Fenimore Cooper

    (CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform, Aug. 27, 2013)
    The classic book The Pathfinder by James Fenimore Cooper. The Pathfinder is part of the famous Leatherstocking Tales series. Enjoy The Pathfinder today!
  • The Pathfinder

    J Fenimore Cooper, J Schonberg

    (Collins' Clear-Type Press, July 6, 1910)
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  • The Pathfinder

    James Cooper

    (BookSurge Classics, May 1, 2009)
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  • The Pathfinder

    James Fenimore Cooper

    (J M Dent & Sons Ltd, June 1, 1968)
    Hardcover in dust jacket of The Pathfinder by James Fenimore Cooper by Everyman's Library No. 78.
  • The Pathfinders

    Jane Homeshaw

    Paperback (Longman, )
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  • The Pathfinder

    James Fenimore Cooper

    (Independently published, Feb. 27, 2020)
    The sublimity connected with vastness is familiar to every eye. The most abstruse, the most far-reaching, perhaps the most chastened of the poet's thoughts, crowd on the imagination as he gazes into the depths of the illimitable void. The expanse of the ocean is seldom seen by the novice with indifference; and the mind, even in the obscurity of night, finds a parallel to that grandeur, which seems inseparable from images that the senses cannot compass. With feelings akin to this admiration and awe—the offspring of sublimity—were the different characters with which the action of this tale must open, gazing on the scene before them. Four persons in all,—two of each sex,—they had managed to ascend a pile of trees, that had been uptorn by a tempest, to catch a view of the objects that surrounded them. It is still the practice of the country to call these spots wind-rows. By letting in the light of heaven upon the dark and damp recesses of the wood, they form a sort of oases in the solemn obscurity of the virgin forests of America. The particular wind-row of which we are writing lay on the brow of a gentle acclivity; and, though small, it had opened the way for an extensive view to those who might occupy its upper margin, a rare occurrence to the traveller in the woods. Philosophy has not yet determined the nature of the power that so often lays desolate spots of this description; some ascribing it to the whirlwinds which produce waterspouts on the ocean, while others again impute it to sudden and violent passages of streams of the electric fluid; but the effects in the woods are familiar to all. On the upper margin of the opening, the viewless influence had piled tree on tree, in such a manner as had not only enabled the two males of the party to ascend to an elevation of some thirty feet above the level of the earth, but, with a little care and encouragement, to induce their more timid companions to accompany them. The vast trunks which had been broken and driven by the force of the gust lay blended like jack-straws; while their branches, still exhaling the fragrance of withering leaves, were interlaced in a manner to afford sufficient support to the hands. One tree had been completely uprooted, and its lower end, filled with earth, had been cast uppermost, in a way to supply a sort of staging for the four adventurers, when they had gained the desired distance from the ground.
  • The Pathfinder

    James Fenimore Cooper

    (Signet Classics, Oct. 1, 1961)
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