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- Author: Harry Hazel
- Publisher: Blurb
- ISBN-10: 1006990909
- ISBN-13: 9781006990908
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 0.7 cm, softcover
- Language: English
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"THE shades of night were just descending, and the sombre shadows of a cloudy, moonless evening were rapidly commingling into one huge outline, what, but an hour prior, had been a lovely tropical landscape. All was tranquil, quiet, and seemingly enjoying that repose which the Omnipotent, in His wisdom, has made the business of the dark hours. The light land-breeze, as it came softly through the tree-tops and floated oceanward, sighed scarcely louder than an Eolian harp; the small waves, as they rippled on the smooth sand-beach, murmured with a drowsy, dreamy sound, as if they were moving unconsciously, like an infant in its slumbers; and the notes of the myriad insects, whose tiny voices arose from the forest's bosom, resembled strains of fairy harmony, sounding from some sweet spirit-land."
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- Author: Harry Hazel
- Publisher: Blurb
- ISBN-10: 1006990909
- ISBN-13: 9781006990908
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 0.7 cm, softcover
- Language: English English
"THE shades of night were just descending, and the sombre shadows of a cloudy, moonless evening were rapidly commingling into one huge outline, what, but an hour prior, had been a lovely tropical landscape. All was tranquil, quiet, and seemingly enjoying that repose which the Omnipotent, in His wisdom, has made the business of the dark hours. The light land-breeze, as it came softly through the tree-tops and floated oceanward, sighed scarcely louder than an Eolian harp; the small waves, as they rippled on the smooth sand-beach, murmured with a drowsy, dreamy sound, as if they were moving unconsciously, like an infant in its slumbers; and the notes of the myriad insects, whose tiny voices arose from the forest's bosom, resembled strains of fairy harmony, sounding from some sweet spirit-land."
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