The Red Runners (Classic Reprint) - Couverture souple

Robert Franc Schulkers

 
9781334250064: The Red Runners (Classic Reprint)

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Excerpt from The Red RunnersAbout the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books.This 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 text has been digitally restored from a historical edition. Some errors may persist, however we consider it worth publishing due to the work's historical value.The digital edition of all books may be viewed on our website before purchase.

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Home A gain HOME again! A h, boy! How good it looked to me! You fellows who have never been a thousand miles away from home you dont know what this homecoming meant to me. Here was the old river! The old trees, the old bank, the old hollow, the old shack! The morning sun of midsummer time sifted through the softly swaying branches and fell in splotches around the place I stood upon. And I looked across the river toward Pelham, still sound asleep in its town of tumbledown houses, and then my mind went back to Cuba Well, theres no place like home, be it ever so tumbledown, be it ever so humble. I had arrived home the night before, too late to see any of the boys, and my folks were so glad to see me that I had to sit up until midnight telling them of all our experiences in Cuba, and I fell asleep at last. The others in our party went to Doc shouse for the night. But early in the morning I opened my eyes. At once I felt a longing to see the river bank the old hangout place, and I hurried into my clothes and sneaked out all alone. The birds were making music in the treetops along the way, and I felt as happy as a lark. Soon, I said to myself, I shall meet all my boys; soon we shall be talking together in our little clubhouse.
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