The Monthly Traveller, Or, Spirit of the Periodical Press Volume 7

The Monthly Traveller, Or, Spirit of the Periodical Press Volume 7

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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. 1836 edition. Excerpt: ...with a singular smile, and observed ho did not know what was pome over him, but believed that his dream the night before had brought a gloom upon his mind; that he thought he was buried in a vast tomb in the middle of the earth, and the waves were rushing all around him, and his lonely candle that he held in his hand never went out. The miners are a very superstitious people, and often have omens and warnings of their fatal mischances. He had been married but one year to a young and handsqrqe woirtan, and, was himself in the prime of life, being much esteemed for the gentleness and kindness of his manners and his skill in the conduct of the mine. His dwelling was on the side of the hill that fell abruptly into this wild valley: in spile of the sea winds and the soil, he had raised ii sweet little garden in front, and from his windows could overlook eveiy part of the busy scene beneath. Here she was often seated, watching for his cuming--for the moment when he rose out of the shaft, with his candle flickering in his hand at the sudden gleam of day, his large flannel garments dripping with water, and the face pallid with the damps of the region below. Their attachment was of many years' duration, and was hopeless till he received this appointment; and then they repaired joyful to their lonely dwelling, to which the stranger's foot seldom came. A chance relative, or a friend, at long intervals, would call and taste of their hospitality, and look wistfully on the waste scene around; he did not envy them. The vale had few exciting sights or sounds, save that, in the dead of winter--for it was a dangerous shore--the signal gun was fired, and the alarm-lights hoisted, of some vessel driving on the cliffs; and they could hear the shrieks of despair, and...
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  • Paperback | 568 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 29mm | 1,002g
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236558545
  • 9781236558541