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- Author: Horatio Alger
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- ISBN-10: 1490574387
- ISBN-13: 9781490574387
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 0.5 cm, softcover
- Language: English
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"What's the news, Ben? You didn't happen to bring an evenin' paper, did you?" The speaker was a tall, loose-jointed man, dressed as a miner in a garb that appeared to have seen considerable service. His beard was long and untrimmed, and on his head he wore a Mexican sombrero. This was Jake Bradley, a rough but good-hearted miner, who was stretched carelessly upon the ground in front of a rude hut crowning a high eminence in the heart of the Sierra Nevada Mountains. Ben Stanton, whom he addressed, was a boy of sixteen, with a pleasant face and a manly bearing. "No, Jake," he answered with a smile, "I didn't meet a newsboy." "There ain't many in this neighborhood, I reckon," said Bradley. "I tell you, Ben, I'd give an ounce of dust for a New York or Boston paper. Who knows what may have happened since we've been confined here in this lonely mountain-hut? Uncle Sam may have gone to war, for aught we know. P'r'haps the British may be bombarding New York this moment." "I guess not," said Ben, smiling.
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- Author: Horatio Alger
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- ISBN-10: 1490574387
- ISBN-13: 9781490574387
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 0.5 cm, softcover
- Language: English English
"What's the news, Ben? You didn't happen to bring an evenin' paper, did you?" The speaker was a tall, loose-jointed man, dressed as a miner in a garb that appeared to have seen considerable service. His beard was long and untrimmed, and on his head he wore a Mexican sombrero. This was Jake Bradley, a rough but good-hearted miner, who was stretched carelessly upon the ground in front of a rude hut crowning a high eminence in the heart of the Sierra Nevada Mountains. Ben Stanton, whom he addressed, was a boy of sixteen, with a pleasant face and a manly bearing. "No, Jake," he answered with a smile, "I didn't meet a newsboy." "There ain't many in this neighborhood, I reckon," said Bradley. "I tell you, Ben, I'd give an ounce of dust for a New York or Boston paper. Who knows what may have happened since we've been confined here in this lonely mountain-hut? Uncle Sam may have gone to war, for aught we know. P'r'haps the British may be bombarding New York this moment." "I guess not," said Ben, smiling.
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