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- Author: Howard R Garis
- Publisher: Kessinger Publishing
- ISBN-10: 1162772913
- ISBN-13: 9781162772912
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 1.5 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English
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1926. Howard Roger Garis also wrote under the pen name of Victor Appleton for the Stratemeyer Syndicate. He was the writer of many novels in the Tom Swift series and other Stratemeyer series including Uncle Wiggily, Buddy Boy, and Dick Hamilton. Tom Cardiff's Circus begins: Where the creek turned in a snakelike bend to the west, gurgling its crooked way through the Onondaga Indian reservation, and on a shelving bank leading down to the water, stood a small, unpainted cabin, or shack, built of log-slabs discarded from the sawmill. As the red sun sank lower and lower behind the hills that girt the valley in a long ridge, running north and south, an aged man tottered to the door of the hut. Shading his feeble eyes with a brown and sinewy hand, Red Eagle gazed down the road that led to the village of Cardiff. See other titles by this author available from Kessinger Publishing.
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- Author: Howard R Garis
- Publisher: Kessinger Publishing
- ISBN-10: 1162772913
- ISBN-13: 9781162772912
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 1.5 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English English
1926. Howard Roger Garis also wrote under the pen name of Victor Appleton for the Stratemeyer Syndicate. He was the writer of many novels in the Tom Swift series and other Stratemeyer series including Uncle Wiggily, Buddy Boy, and Dick Hamilton. Tom Cardiff's Circus begins: Where the creek turned in a snakelike bend to the west, gurgling its crooked way through the Onondaga Indian reservation, and on a shelving bank leading down to the water, stood a small, unpainted cabin, or shack, built of log-slabs discarded from the sawmill. As the red sun sank lower and lower behind the hills that girt the valley in a long ridge, running north and south, an aged man tottered to the door of the hut. Shading his feeble eyes with a brown and sinewy hand, Red Eagle gazed down the road that led to the village of Cardiff. See other titles by this author available from Kessinger Publishing.
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