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Notes: This is an OCR reprint. There may be numerous typos or missing text. There are no illustrations or indexes.When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million books for free. You can also preview the book there. 152 x 229 x 9 mm, buch.
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When Wilderness was King: (A Tale of the Illinois Country) Randall Parrish Author
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Surely it was no longer ago than yesterday. I had left thescythe lying at the edge of the long grass, and gone up throughthe rows of nodding Indian corn to the house, seeking a draughtof cool water from the spring. It was hot in the July sunshine;the thick forest on every side intercepted the breeze, and I hadbeen at work for some hours. How pleasant and inviting thelittle river looked in the shade of the great trees, while, as Ipaused a moment bending over the high bank, I could see a lazypike nosing about among the twisted roots below.
Surely it was no longer ago than yesterday. I had left thescythe lying at the edge of the long grass, and gone up throughthe rows of nodding Indian corn to the house, seeking a draughtof cool water from the spring. It was hot in the July sunshine;the thick forest on every side intercepted the breeze, and I hadbeen at work for some hours. How pleasant and inviting thelittle river looked in the shade of the great trees, while, as Ipaused a moment bending over the high bank, I could see a lazypike nosing about among the twisted roots below.
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