Twilight Stories - The Original Classic Edition
Nonfiction, Reference & Language, Reference, Fiction & Literature
| Author: | Sidney Coolidge | ISBN: | 9781486415427 |
| Publisher: | Emereo Publishing | Publication: | October 24, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Emereo Publishing | Language: | English |
| Author: | Sidney Coolidge |
| ISBN: | 9781486415427 |
| Publisher: | Emereo Publishing |
| Publication: | October 24, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Emereo Publishing |
| Language: | English |
This is a freshly published edition of this culturally important work, which is now, at last, again available to you.
Contents: Christmas Day, The Only Woman In The Town, The Conquest Of Fairyland, Kentucky Belle, Prophecies, Why He Was Whipped, Apples Finkey-The Water-Boy, The Soldiers Reprieve, Little Brown Thrushes, The Story Of The Empty Sleeve, Facing The World, Robert Of Lincoln, Dixie And Yankee Doodle., The Barefoot Boy, Babouscka, Daisies, Driving Home The Cows, The Babys Kiss, The Lost Diamond Snuff Box, The American Flag, Aunt Polly Shedds Brigade, Corinnes Musicale, Barbara Frietchie, Sheridans Ride, The Childrens Hour, Caryls Plum, Our Two Opinions.
Enjoy this classic work. These few paragraphs distill the contents and give you a quick look inside:
Once and again that morning, a friendly hand had pulled the latch-string at Martha Moultons kitchen entrance and offered to convey herself and treasures away, but, to either proffer, she had said: No, I must stay until Uncle John gets the cricks out of his back, if all the British soldiers in the land march into town.
...She heard the warning, and giving one glance at Uncle John, which look was answered by another, no, you wont have it, she grasped Joe Devins by the collar of his jacket and thrust him before her up the staircase, so quickly that the boy had no chance to speak, until she released her hold at the entrance to Uncle Johns room.
...What could they do but look, for a moment, at the unexpected sight that met their view; a placid old lady in black silk and dotted muslin, with all the sweet solemnity of morning devotion hovering about the tidy apartment and seeming to centre at the round stand by which she sat, this pretty woman, with pink and white face surmounted with fleecy little curls and crinkles and wisps of floating whiteness, who looked up to meet their gaze with such innocent prayer-suffused eyes.
...You know what a sorry time the Red-coats had of it in getting back to Boston; how they were fought at every inch of the way, and waylaid from behind every convenient tree-trunk, and shot at from tree-tops, and aimed at from upper windows, and beseiged from behind stone walls, and, in short, made so miserable and harassed and overworn, that at last their depleted ranks, with the tongues of the men parched and hanging, were fain to lie down by the road-side and take what came next, even though it might be death.
...The house was beseiged by admiring men and women that night and for two or three days thereafter; but when, years later, she being older, and poorer, even to want, petitioned the General Court for a reward for the service she rendered in persuading Major Pitcairn to save the court-house from burning, there was granted to her only fifteen dollars, a poor little forget-me-not, it is true, but JUST ENOUGH to carry her story down the years, whereas, but for that, it might never have been wafted up and down the land.
This is a freshly published edition of this culturally important work, which is now, at last, again available to you.
Contents: Christmas Day, The Only Woman In The Town, The Conquest Of Fairyland, Kentucky Belle, Prophecies, Why He Was Whipped, Apples Finkey-The Water-Boy, The Soldiers Reprieve, Little Brown Thrushes, The Story Of The Empty Sleeve, Facing The World, Robert Of Lincoln, Dixie And Yankee Doodle., The Barefoot Boy, Babouscka, Daisies, Driving Home The Cows, The Babys Kiss, The Lost Diamond Snuff Box, The American Flag, Aunt Polly Shedds Brigade, Corinnes Musicale, Barbara Frietchie, Sheridans Ride, The Childrens Hour, Caryls Plum, Our Two Opinions.
Enjoy this classic work. These few paragraphs distill the contents and give you a quick look inside:
Once and again that morning, a friendly hand had pulled the latch-string at Martha Moultons kitchen entrance and offered to convey herself and treasures away, but, to either proffer, she had said: No, I must stay until Uncle John gets the cricks out of his back, if all the British soldiers in the land march into town.
...She heard the warning, and giving one glance at Uncle John, which look was answered by another, no, you wont have it, she grasped Joe Devins by the collar of his jacket and thrust him before her up the staircase, so quickly that the boy had no chance to speak, until she released her hold at the entrance to Uncle Johns room.
...What could they do but look, for a moment, at the unexpected sight that met their view; a placid old lady in black silk and dotted muslin, with all the sweet solemnity of morning devotion hovering about the tidy apartment and seeming to centre at the round stand by which she sat, this pretty woman, with pink and white face surmounted with fleecy little curls and crinkles and wisps of floating whiteness, who looked up to meet their gaze with such innocent prayer-suffused eyes.
...You know what a sorry time the Red-coats had of it in getting back to Boston; how they were fought at every inch of the way, and waylaid from behind every convenient tree-trunk, and shot at from tree-tops, and aimed at from upper windows, and beseiged from behind stone walls, and, in short, made so miserable and harassed and overworn, that at last their depleted ranks, with the tongues of the men parched and hanging, were fain to lie down by the road-side and take what came next, even though it might be death.
...The house was beseiged by admiring men and women that night and for two or three days thereafter; but when, years later, she being older, and poorer, even to want, petitioned the General Court for a reward for the service she rendered in persuading Major Pitcairn to save the court-house from burning, there was granted to her only fifteen dollars, a poor little forget-me-not, it is true, but JUST ENOUGH to carry her story down the years, whereas, but for that, it might never have been wafted up and down the land.
