The Young Trailers

Joseph A. Altsheler

ISBN 10: 1421829703 / ISBN 13: 9781421829708

Edité par 1st World Publishing, Incorporated, 2006

A propos de cet article

Print on Demand pp. 236.

N° de réf. du vendeur 2697194386

Détails bibliographiques

• Titre: The Young Trailers
• Éditeur: 1st World Publishing, Incorporated
• Date de parution: 2006
• Langue: anglais
• ISBN à 10 chiffres: 1421829703
• ISBN à 13 chiffres: 9781421829708
• Reliure: Couverture rigide
• État de l'article: New

A propos de ce titre

Synopsis

It was a white caravan that looked down from the crest of the mountains upon the green wilderness, called by the Indians, Kain-tuck-ee. The wagons, a score or so in number, were covered with arched canvas, bleached by the rains, and, as they stood there,

Présentation de l'éditeur

It was a white caravan that looked down from the crest of the mountains upon the green wilderness, called by the Indians, Kain-tuck-ee. The wagons, a score or so in number, were covered with arched canvas, bleached by the rains, and, as they stood there, side by side, they looked like a snowdrift against the emerald expanse of forest and foliage. The travelers saw the land of hope, outspread before them, a wide sweep of rolling country, covered with trees and canebrake, cut by streams of clear water, flowing here and there, and shining in the distance, amid the green, like threads of silver wire. All gazed, keen with interest and curiosity, because this unknown land was to be their home, but none was more eager than Henry Ware, a strong boy of fifteen who stood in front of the wagons beside the guide, Tom Ross, a tall, lean man the color of well-tanned leather, who would never let his rifle go out of his hand, and who had Henry's heartfelt admiration, because he knew so much about the woods and wild animals, and told such strange and absorbing tales of the great wilderness that now lay before them. But any close observer who noted Henry Ware would always have looked at him a second time. He was tall and muscled beyond his years, and when he walked his figure showed a certain litheness and power like that of the forest bred. His gaze was rapid, penetrating and inclusive, but never furtive. He seemed to fit into the picture of the wilderness, as if he had taken a space reserved there for him, and had put himself in complete harmony with all its details.