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. 1907 Excerpt: ...to be seen. When one had hailed him--in the evening there were usually one or two dusty masons or bricklayers homeward bound who would raise the echoes for miles with their " Ferry ahoy!"--he would come sauntering down the road with his little white dog dancing round him, give one shout back, and then whistle with ...
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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. 1907 Excerpt: ...to be seen. When one had hailed him--in the evening there were usually one or two dusty masons or bricklayers homeward bound who would raise the echoes for miles with their " Ferry ahoy!"--he would come sauntering down the road with his little white dog dancing round him, give one shout back, and then whistle with great vigour as he slowly came across. If one was in a hurry, the whole business of getting across seemed maddeningly slow. His short, and apparently languid, strokes as he pulled out and set his barge's nose up stream, his stubborn disregard of the position of his destination, the crab-like drifting of the boat, and its final descent with a scrape of pebbles and rustle of the crushed reeds in the right place after all, as if by the merest chance, were all horribly irritating. But I and the bricklayers, who had, at one time or another, all handled the sculls and learnt how much easier it was to make the wrong end of the island than the right, knew that old Tom was an adept, and would back himself for half a gallon against all comers--over his own course. And if you were not in a hurry, the journey with Tom was often entertaining. "'Ow's the dog? 'ow's Charlie? 'Ere, Charlie, don't that sniff sweet?" And one of the workmen would thrust a great bough of red May, that he had stolen for his wife probably, at the sharp nose of the little white dog, who would bark ferociously. "'E's fustrate! Don't know 'isself in that 'ere silver bell the young misses at the great 'ouse give "im. It's solid silver, sir; and the blue ribbing is the best as they make," the dog's master would say proudly as he pushed off. "'Ere, Charlie! Come 'ere, my son. Come and 'elp your father." Then the dog sprang up between the man's kne...
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Add this copy of Odd Lengths to cart. $82.00, very good condition, Sold by Chapter 1 Books rated 5.0 out of 5 stars, ships from Johannesburg, SOUTH AFRICA, published 1907 by Methuen-colonial edition.
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Seller's Description:
Very Good. Previous owner's discreet name plate to front of book. The boards are rubbed and shelfworn. Some foxing to page edges. Internally clean and the binding is tight.