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- Author: Francis Lynde
- Publisher: Dodo Press
- ISBN-10: 1406567523
- ISBN-13: 9781406567526
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 1.7 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English
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Francis Lynde (1856-1930) was an American author who wrote The Master of Appleby (1902), The Grafters (1904), A Fool for Love (1905), The Quickening (1906), Empire Builders (1907), The Taming of Red Butte Western (1911), The Price (1911), The Honorable Senator Sage-Brush (1913), Branded (1918), The Golden Spider (1923) and Mr. Arnold (1923). "Engine Number 206, narrow gauge, was pushing, or rather failing to push, the old-fashioned box-plow through the crusted drifts on the uptilted shoulder of Plug Mountain, at altitude ten thousand feet, with the mercury at twelve below zero. There was a wind-the winter day above timber-line without its wind is as rare as a thawing Christmas-and it cut like knives through any garmenting lighter than fur or leather. The cab of the 206 was old and weather-shaken, and Ford pulled the collar of his buffalo coat about his ears when the grunting of the exhaust and the shrilling of the wheels on the snow-shod rails stopped abruptly. "
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- Author: Francis Lynde
- Publisher: Dodo Press
- ISBN-10: 1406567523
- ISBN-13: 9781406567526
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 1.7 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English English
Francis Lynde (1856-1930) was an American author who wrote The Master of Appleby (1902), The Grafters (1904), A Fool for Love (1905), The Quickening (1906), Empire Builders (1907), The Taming of Red Butte Western (1911), The Price (1911), The Honorable Senator Sage-Brush (1913), Branded (1918), The Golden Spider (1923) and Mr. Arnold (1923). "Engine Number 206, narrow gauge, was pushing, or rather failing to push, the old-fashioned box-plow through the crusted drifts on the uptilted shoulder of Plug Mountain, at altitude ten thousand feet, with the mercury at twelve below zero. There was a wind-the winter day above timber-line without its wind is as rare as a thawing Christmas-and it cut like knives through any garmenting lighter than fur or leather. The cab of the 206 was old and weather-shaken, and Ford pulled the collar of his buffalo coat about his ears when the grunting of the exhaust and the shrilling of the wheels on the snow-shod rails stopped abruptly. "
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