For Home and Honor; Or, a Brave Boy's Battle

For Home and Honor; Or, a Brave Boy's Battle

By (author) 

List price: US$14.14

Currently unavailable

Add to wishlist

AbeBooks may have this title (opens in new window).

Try AbeBooks


This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1902 edition. Excerpt: pay up the taxes on his father's property, and thus be able to feel that he had fairly recovered it. Everything about the farmhouse seemed unusually quiet, and when he rapped at the door it gave back that hollow, peculiar sound which comes from an empty building. "They have gone away!" he thought. "I wonder what that means. The barn is locked, and everything looks as if they had gone to stay some time." Hoping that the farmer would soon return, Nick seated himself on the chopping block in the yard, to impatiently await his coming. From this elevated position he could look over a large circuit of country. Silver Pond shone with uncommon brilliancy in the dazzling rays of the setting sun, while farther away its twin mate rivaled its glory. The Narrows' village was in plain sight, and above the other buildings the steeple of the little church pointed to the sky. It seemed strange to him for the first time in his life that he had never been inside the house of worship. Moving eastward, his eye soon rested on what looked like a dark patch on the landscape. It was the growth of pines, forming almost the sole worth of the fifty-odd acres of the estate of his father. "Mr. Morrison is right," he mused; "it is that timber Mr. Sterns wants to keep in his hands. I believe he is staying on purpose so as not to see me, for this is my last day of grace." He grew nervous, and began to walk back and forth in the yard, as he saw the silvery crescent formed by the birches growing on the hillside above the pines take on a hue of the evergreens under the shades of night, which swiftly succeeded the short autumn twilight. CHAPTER XVII. A RICH MAN'S WORD. It must have been nine o'clock in the evening, and Nick, no longer more

Product details

  • Paperback | 42 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 95g
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236615999
  • 9781236615992