Majendle, Lady Margaret. a French Speculation. Moncrieff, H.J. Rufus Hickman of St. Botolph's. Lewis. C.L. Hans Preller

Majendle, Lady Margaret. a French Speculation. Moncrieff, H.J. Rufus Hickman of St. Botolph's. Lewis. C.L. Hans Preller

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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. 1905 edition. Excerpt: ...night the Rhine made a rumbling and thundering as if the world were coming to an end. Strange lights and fearful forms were seen hovering over the castle; and from out of the depths of the deepest dungeon issued groans of pain as of a world in travaiL The main tower fell in with a great crash; and it is supposed that the philanthropic Spirit performed the operation of inoculating Hans Preller with modern ideas that night--an operation which it may be supposed would be somewhat more ditficult and painful than the analogous operation on an infant in arms. The Swiss Chronicles forsake us utterly at this point. It looks as if many pages had been purposely torn out, and what now follows is taken from an old N uremburg Chronicle. Dreadful reports had spread far and wide of Castle Lauifen and its knight; and what enhanced the fearfulness of these reports was, that no one could make out exactly what they were. It was about that time that a rich trader of Nuremburg, one Peter the Sabot-maker--so called because his business consisted in selling German wooden shoes to the Italians--was returning from Italy. Nobody crossed the Alps for pleasure in those days. Besides snow and avalanches, hunger and want, the traveller was exposed to wolves, bears, and robbers, who fell upon him in the mountain-gorges, and against whom he had to defend himself as best he could, for ratepaying had not then been invented in Switzerland. And honest Father Sabot-maker was right glad when he at last reached the opener country and more hospitable shores of the Rhine with a tolerably well-filled purse. He was a stout, floridcomplexioned man; and he was just about to settle himself down in a shady spot and enjoy the cool breeze, which blew across the Lake of Constance lying...show more

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  • Paperback | 46 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 3mm | 100g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236891910
  • 9781236891914