The Outdoor Chums In The Forest - Allen, Quincy
22,99 €
inkl. MwSt.

Versandfertig in 1-2 Wochen
payback
11 °P sammeln
  • Broschiertes Buch

This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the original. Due to its age, it may contain imperfections such as marks, notations, marginalia and flawed pages. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions that are true to the original work.

Andere Kunden interessierten sich auch für
Produktbeschreibung
This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the original. Due to its age, it may contain imperfections such as marks, notations, marginalia and flawed pages. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions that are true to the original work.
Hinweis: Dieser Artikel kann nur an eine deutsche Lieferadresse ausgeliefert werden.
Autorenporträt
"Hurry up, and give the signal, Frank!" "Yes, let's get the agony over with-either Bluff is a better all-round paddler than I am, or else he has to take water, that's all!" "Please hold your horses till I get a good focus on you, fellows!" called Will Milton, the official photographer of the Rod, Gun and Camera Club. He stood on a little private dock, overlooking Lake Camalot, and manipulated his camera with the air of a professional. "Sorry, but you'll have to wait a bit now, boys," replied Frank Langdon, the judge, who was also seated in a cedar canoe very like those of the contestants, only it was built for two, his mate being Will. "What's gone wrong now, Frank?" demanded Jerry Wallington, with his double-bladed paddle poised for the first dip. "Why, look at the Eastern Star-she's making her first Spring trip around the lake, and heads in a line to cut you off your course," declared the referee. "So much the worse for the poor old boat; we'll just have to run her down," calmly observed the youth called Bluff. "I was only thinking of your being swamped in the rough water she leaves in her wake. Better relax your muscles for a few minutes, you impatient braves." "Talk to me about your hard luck, what d'ye think of that? Why, the plagued old boat's just gone and stopped where she blocks us off in our little spin," grumbled Jerry, in plain disgust.