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Category： Author：Frank Lillie Pollock
“We’ll have to sell the store,” said Bob Harman, with decision. “No use blinking it.”
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Category： Author：Frank Lillie Pollock
“We’ll have to sell the store,” said Bob Harman, with decision. “No use blinking it.”
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This is the story of a little girl whose home was among the Green Mountains of Vermont, then known as “The Wilderness,” at the beginning of the American Revolution; and at the time when Ethan Allen and his brave soldiers were on guard to defend their rights.
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Category： Author：Charles G. D. Roberts
That one stark naked side of the mountain which gave it its name of Old Bald Face fronted full south. Scorched by sun and scourged by storm throughout the centuries, it was bleached to an ashen pallor that gleamed startlingly across the leagues of sombre, green-purple wilderness outspread below.
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Category： Author：Arthur Conan Doyle阿瑟·柯南·道尔
the new-comers.breaking the ice.dwellers in the wilderness.a sister's secret.a naval conquest.an old story...
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Category： Author：Boris Pilniak
The English reading public knows next to nothing of contemporary Russian Literature. In the great age of the Russian Realistic Novel, which begins with Turgeniev and finishes with Chekhov, the English reader is tolerably at home.
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Category： Author：Robert Michael Ballantyne
In the midst of the great wilderness—we might almost say the wilds—of that comparatively unknown region which lies on the Surrey side of the Thames, just above London Bridge, there sauntered one fine day a big bronzed seaman of middle age. He turned into an alley, down which, nautically speaking, he rolled into a shab...
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Category： Author：Robert Michael Ballantyne
The man wore the leathern coat and leggings of a North American hunter, or trapper, or backwoodsman; and well did he deserve all these titles, for Jasper Derry was known to his friends as the best hunter, the most successful trapper, and the boldest man in the backwoods.
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Category： Author：Robert Michael Ballantyne
There is a dividing ridge in the great northern wilderness of America, whereon lies a lakelet of not more than twenty yards in diameter. It is of crystal clearness and profound depth, and on the still evenings of the Indian summer its surface forms a perfect mirror, which might serve as a toilet-glass for a Redskin princess.
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Category： Author：Joseph A. Altsheler
The horseman rode slowly toward the west, stopping once or twice to examine the wide circle of the horizon with eyes that were trained to note every aspect of the wilderness. On his right the plains melted away in gentle swell after swell, until they met the horizon. Their brown surface was broken only by the spiked and thorny ca...
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Category： Author：Joseph A. Altsheler
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 fo...
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