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The Indian On The Trail: From "Mackinac And Lake Stories", 1899
The Indian On The Trail: From "Mackinac And Lake Stories", 1899
The Indian On The Trail: From "Mackinac And Lake Stories", 1899
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"The Indian on The Trail" is a delightful love story with entertaining characters and a beautiful storyline by Mary Hartwell Catherwood. She was an American writer of popular historical romances, short stories, and poetry known for setting her works in the Midwest, having a keen interest in American dialects, and bringing a high standard of historical accuracy to the period detail of her novels.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherGood Press
Release dateMar 16, 2020
ISBN4064066105648
The Indian On The Trail: From "Mackinac And Lake Stories", 1899

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    The Indian On The Trail - Mary Hartwell Catherwood

    Mary Hartwell Catherwood

    The Indian On The Trail

    From Mackinac And Lake Stories, 1899

    Published by Good Press, 2020

    goodpress@okpublishing.info

    EAN 4064066105648

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    Maurice Barrett sat waiting in the old lime-kiln built by the British in the war of 1812—a white ruin like much-scattered marble, which stands bowered in trees on a high part of the island. He had, to the amusement of the commissioner, hired this place for a summer study, and paid a carpenter to put a temporary roof over it, with skylight, and to make a door which could be fastened. Here on the uneven floor of stone were set his desk, his chair, and a bench on which he could stretch himself to think when undertaking to make up arrears in literary work. But the days were becoming nothing but trysts with her for whom he waited.

    First came the heavenly morning walk and the opening of his study, then the short half-hour of labor, which ravelled off to delicious suspense. He caught through trees the hint of a shirt-waist which might be any girl's, then the long exquisite outline which could be nobody's in the world but hers, her face under its sailor hat, the blown blond hair, the blue eyes. Then her little hands met his outstretched

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