Leaves from My Journal During the Summer of 1851 [By R. Grosvenor]

Leaves from My Journal During the Summer of 1851 [By R. Grosvenor]

By (author) 

List price: US$14.87

Currently unavailable

Add to wishlist

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

Try AbeBooks

Description

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1852 edition. Excerpt: ...in the hands of the kutcher, and recommended them to his special protection. Now this kutcher was the very impersonation of the old, slow, phlegmatic, inexorable Saxon postboy--a wight of few words--who took my baggage, counted the parcels, pointed with one thumb to the darkening skies, then with his head to the inside of his vehicle, and seeing I did not take the hint, shrugged his shoulders contemptuously, climbed leisurely into his seat, rolled the cigar back into the centre of his mouth, from the corner into which it had been pushed by the usual organ of speech, cracked his whip, which neither had, nor was meant to have, the smallest effect upon his team, and departed. I descended the hill also, a little out of humour with Providence for making me fidgety ahout the storm, when I wished to enjoy a walk and a soothing view at my ease; I marked how the passengers going hefore me missed the path, which I felt sure, though it seemed to be roundabout, was the real pleasant way to the little town, and then fell to thinking onwards to my journey the next day. These thoughts took a rule of three shape, doubtless suggested by the sight of the individual I have just described, and I said to myself, " If the difference between the speed of an English and a Saxon railway is so much, what accumulation of Saxon postboys will make one English locomotive?" I tried to remember the distance between the earth and the sun, which was the largest number I could recollect, until the difference between a spoonful of mother tincture and a homoeopathic globule occurred to me, and that, I have no doubt, would give the product required. A very large and ominous drop, which at this moment fell upon the back of my hand and broke into sparkling fractions, warned me...show more

Product details

  • Paperback
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 91g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 123666986X
  • 9781236669865