| Author: | Captain Mayne Reid | ISBN: | 1230003286876 |
| Publisher: | anamsaleem | Publication: | June 20, 2019 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Captain Mayne Reid |
| ISBN: | 1230003286876 |
| Publisher: | anamsaleem |
| Publication: | June 20, 2019 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Excerpt
have never met a bear, but I'd just like to try one."
"Dear sister, you frighten me. Oh, do not think of such a thing! Indeed, Marian, I am never happy when you are away in the woods. I am always afraid of your meeting with some great wild beast, which may devour you. Tell me, why do you go? I am sure I cannot see what pleasure you can have in wandering through the woods alone."
"Alone! Perhaps I am not always alone."
These words are uttered in a low voice--not loud enough for Lilian to hear, though she observes the smile that accompanies them.
"You see, sister Lil," continues Marian in a louder tone our tastes differ. You are young, and like better to read the story-books your mother left you, and look at the pictures in them. My mother left me no story-books, nor pictures. She had none; and did not care for them, I fancy. She was half-Indian, you know; and I suppose I am like her: for I too, prefer realities to pictures. I love to roam about the woods; and as for the dan
Excerpt
have never met a bear, but I'd just like to try one."
"Dear sister, you frighten me. Oh, do not think of such a thing! Indeed, Marian, I am never happy when you are away in the woods. I am always afraid of your meeting with some great wild beast, which may devour you. Tell me, why do you go? I am sure I cannot see what pleasure you can have in wandering through the woods alone."
"Alone! Perhaps I am not always alone."
These words are uttered in a low voice--not loud enough for Lilian to hear, though she observes the smile that accompanies them.
"You see, sister Lil," continues Marian in a louder tone our tastes differ. You are young, and like better to read the story-books your mother left you, and look at the pictures in them. My mother left me no story-books, nor pictures. She had none; and did not care for them, I fancy. She was half-Indian, you know; and I suppose I am like her: for I too, prefer realities to pictures. I love to roam about the woods; and as for the dan
