1984, ISBN: 9780711008014

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Bantam. Good. 4.1 x 0.52 x 6.9 inches. Mass Market Paperback. 1984. 208 pages. Cover worn.<br>After discovering six gold Roman coins buried in the mud of the Devil's Dyke, Barn… Mehr…

Bantam. Good. 4.1 x 0.52 x 6.9 inches. Mass Market Paperback. 1984. 208 pages. Cover worn.<br>After discovering six gold Roman coins buried in the mud of the Devil's Dyke, Barnabas Sackett enthusias tically invests in goods that he will offer for trade in America. But Sackett has a powerful enemy: Rupert Genester, nephew of an earl, wants him dead. A battlefield promise made to Sackett's fat her threatens Genester's inheritance. So on the eve of his depart ure for America, Sackett is attacked and thrown into the hold of a pirate ship. Genester's orders are for him to disappear into th e waters of the Atlantic. But after managing to escape, Sackett m akes his way to the Carolina coast. He sees in the raw, abundant land the promise of a bright future. But before that dream can be realized, he must first return to England and discover the secre t of his father's legacy. Editorial Reviews About the Author Ou r foremost storyteller of the American West, Louis L'Amour has th rilled a nation by chronicling the adventures of the brave men an d woman who settled the frontier. There are more than three hundr ed million copies of his books in print around the world. Excerp t. ® Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Chapter 1 It was my devil's own temper that brought me to grief, my temper and a skill with weapons born of my father's teaching. Yet without that skill I might have emptied my life's blood upon the cobblest ones of Stamford, emptied my body of blood ... and for what? Unt il that moment in Stamford it would have been said that no steadi er lad lived in all the fen-lands than Barnabas Sackett, nor one who brought better from his fields than I, or did better at the e eling in the fens that were my home. Then a wayward glance from a lass, a moment of red, bursting fury from a stranger, a blow gi ven and a blow returned, and all that might have been my life van ished like a fog upon the fens beneath a summer sun. In that yea r of 1599 a man of my station did not strike a man of noble birth and expect to live--or if he lived, to keep the hand that struck the blow. Trouble came quickly upon me, suddenly, and without w arning. It began that day near Reach when I slipped and fell upo n the Devil's Dyke. The Dyke is a great rampart of earth some si x miles long and built in the long ago by a people who might have been my ancestors. These were the Iceni, I have been told, who l ived in my country long before the Romans came to Britain. When I slipped I caught myself upon my outstretched palms to keep the mud from my clothing, and I found myself staring at the muddy edg e of what appeared to be a gold coin. Now coins of any kind were uncommon amongst us, for we did much in the way of barter and ex change. Merchants saw coins, but not many came our way. Yet here it was, a gold coin. Shifting my position a bit I closed my fing ers over first one coin and, then, yet another. I stood up slowl y, and making as if to brush the mud from my hands, I knocked and wiped the mud from the coins. In a pool of muddy water at my fee t, I washed them clean. They were old ... very, very old. No En glish coins these, nor was the wording English, nor the faces of the men upon them. The first coin was heavy, of quite some value judging by the weight. The second was smaller, thinner, and of a different kind. Slipping them casually into my pocket, I stood t here looking about. The hour was before dawn of what bid to be a gray day. Clouds were thick above, and during the night there ha d been heavy rain. It was a lonely place, where I stood, a place about half the distance from Reach to Wood Ditton. We had worked in the quarries at Reach, some of us, and slept the night on a ta vern floor to be near the fire. Long before day I awakened, lyin g there thinking of the distance I had yet to go, with the work n ow ended. So, quietly I had risen, put my cloak about my shoulder s, and took my way to the Dyke, the easiest route in any weather. It was a time when few men got more than a mile or two from the ir door, unless following the sea or the fishing, but I was a res tless one, moving about and working wherever an extra hand might be needed, for it was in my mind to save money, buy a bit more la nd and so better my position. Now I had come upon gold, more tha n I was likely to earn with my hands in a year, although it was l ittle enough I knew of gold. Had my father stood by me he could h ave told me what each coin was worth. I made a thing of brushing my knees, which gave me time to look more carefully about. I wa s alone. There were willows yonder, farther away oaks and a hedge , but nowhere in the vague light of beginning day did I see movem ent or sign of men. Carefully I studied the ground where I had fa llen. For where there had been two coins there might be three ... or four. Something had scarred the slope here, and rain had fou nd it, as rain will, gouging a small ditch to escape over the Dyk e's edge. Where the trickle of water was, I could see what appear ed to be the rotting edge of a leather purse, or sack. A bit of a search with my fingers in the mud and I held three more pieces o f gold, and a moment later, another. That was the lot. I kicked mud over the spot, turned about a couple of times, then walked sl owly on, plodding as if tired, stopping a time or two to look abo ut. At a pool of rain water I paused to wash the mud from my han ds. Six gold coins! It was a fortune. Two of the coins were Roma n. Likely enough some brawny legionnaire had come this way from t he fighting, and when about to be overtaken had buried them. It w as likely he must have been killed then, for he had never recover ed his coins. Such a strong leather purse, if well buried, would need years to rot away, and it might have been some later travel er. Whoever it was, his ancient loss was my present gain. Yet if I appeared with six gold coins, what would happen? By some mann er of means they would certainly be taken from me. A poor man, ev en a yeoman such as I, had small chance of maintaining his rights . There were many tricky laws, and the rascals would surely find one that would deprive me of my findings. I was a freeman living on a small freeholding at the edge of the fens, a bit of land gi ven my father for his deeds in battle. Actually, a great piece of the fens was mine, but it was of small use except for the eeling and occasional mowing. There was a small piece of land adjoinin g mine, of good, rich drained land that I coveted. Now I could ha ve it for mine, and more, too, if it were up for the selling. Bu t if I came forward with gold it would set to wagging half the to ngues in the shire, so I had best be thinking of a better way. I t was then I remembered the man from Stamford. An oldish man, and bookish. His name had been mentioned to me in the streets of Cha tteris. A curious man, he would go miles to look upon some old wa ll or a ruined monastery. His name was Hasling, and sometimes he had bought some ancient thing found by a workman or farmer. It w as said he wrote papers about such things and talked of them with men from Cambridge. He had the look of a kindly man with nothin g of the sharper about him, and I'd been told he paid a guinea fo r a bronze axe dug up in a field. So it was that I went to Stamfo rd. It was no great house I came to but a fine, comfortable cott age, early in the day. A cottage with fine old trees about and a deal of lawn behind. There were flowers planted and birds who mad e themselves at home. When I put knuckles to the door a woman in a white cap opened it, a pleasant-faced woman with a look of the Irish about her, but no friendly smile for me, in my rough dress . When I spoke of business with Coveney Hasling she looked doubt ful, but when I said it was an old thing I had to speak of, the d oor was wide at once, and the next thing I knew I was seated with a cup of tea in my hand, although I'd have preferred it to be al e. The room had papers and books all about, a skull with a cleft in it giving me the round eye from black and empty sockets. Clos e by a bronze axe ... the very one. It was in my mind to questio n whether the cleft skull and the bronze axe had ever met before when he came in, bowing a short bow and peering at me with tilted head. Yes, yes, lad, you wished to speak to me? Aye. I have hea rd you spoken of as one with an interest in old things. You have found something! He was excited as a child. What is it? Let me s ee! I'd have to ask your silence. I'd not be losing the profit o f it. Profit? Profit, do you say? It is history you must think o f, lad, history! History you may think of, who live in a fine ho use. Profit is my concern, who does not. You are a freeman? Wit h a small holding. I see. Come, come! Sit you down! You get abou t some, I take it. Do you know the Roman roads? I do, and the dy kes and walls as well. Some earth-works, too, and I might even kn ow a floor of Roman tile. Lad, lad! You could be of service to m e and your country as well! These things you speak of ... they mu st not be lost or destroyed. They are a part of our heritage! No doubt, but it is my own heritage I be thinking of now. I have yo ur silence then? You do. From my pocket I took the first coin, and he took it reverently to hand, going off to the window for li ght. He exclaimed with pleasure, You would sell this? I would. ., Bantam, 1984, 2.5, Ian Allan Ltd. Very Good/Very Good. 1978. Hard Cover. Sm 4to 0711008019 Dust jacket nicked to top of spine. unclipped , slight fade to spine. Original cloth boards with bright gilt titling on spine. No ownership marks.. Hardcover: Numerous photographs. 128 pages. Dimensions: 23.2 x 16.7 x 2.8 cm. The early postwar years saw the gradual and apparently final decline of the tram, a machine whose name had been synonymous with urban transport for generations. To presentday city dwellers who use bus and tube, the only experience of commerical trams in the British Isles can be gained from the reduced Blackpool network. (Tyne and Wear, however, promises better things.) British Trams in Camera presents a broad cross-section of the electric tramway undertakings that survived World War II and continued functioning into the 1 950s. Certainly of nostalgic interest to all those who remember the heyday of the tram, it also contains an element of topicality in the light of recent serious considerations to reintroduce the tramway system to Britain. Sketching, as it does in some detail, different facets of the workings of the urban transport systems of some 17 different areas in England, Scotland, Ireland, Wales, and the Isle of Man, British Trams in Camera provides a splendid survey of the postwar tram era before it was eclipsed by the motor bus. It does so with over 200 photographs, many of which have never been published before, and a lengthy glossary of tram terms that could assist those confused by the mysteries of 'Conduit Point Tongues' and 'Rocker Panels'. British Trams in Camera has something for the tramway expert, the amateur enthusiast and modeller alike in its re-creation of a bygone age. ., Ian Allan Ltd, 1978, 3<

1999, ISBN: 9780711008014

This book is used, withdrawn from public library system, some library stickers and stamps present on spine and inner front page. Some minor wear along edge of front cover and back cover.… Mehr…

This book is used, withdrawn from public library system, some library stickers and stamps present on spine and inner front page. Some minor wear along edge of front cover and back cover. Spine intact, no creases. No other markings on inner pages.PHARMACOLOGY IS MURDER is Rainbow's first mystery fiction book; and we're so impressed with Dirk Wyle's work that we'll be publishing the sequel, BIOTECHNOLOGY IS MURDER, in 1999. While the science in PHARMACOLOGY IS MURDER is impressive and fascinating Wyle has the ability to allow the novice to understand and follow along this is an impressive book on several levels. Wyle's ability to build characters, atmosphere, and empathy is truly impressive. Most mystery novels are too often lacking in these qualities. But not PHARMACOLOGY IS MURDER. This is more than an innovative murder. It is about people in a special time and place who come alive before your very eyes. Wyle knows how to begin, sustain, and end a novel. He gets off to a swift start with all the elements required to hook a reader; and the conclusion is a killer, though the killer has already been caught. In fact, the closing is so effective and real, it brings tears to the reader's eyes, and all as the result of what has transpired in this almost flawless drama. PHARMACOLOGY IS MURDER carries with it the beauty of a well-written novel. Cheers to Dirk Wyle, and best regards to his main character and sleuth, Ben Candidi, one of the most engaging and attractive sleuths I've met in a very long time as a dedicated devotee of mystery fiction." -- Betty Wright, Publisher, Rainbow Books, Inc.Dirk Wyle believes there are no stone walls separating the realms of popular science, serious literature, formal mystery and cliff-handing suspense. Thus his stories play out in all four arenas. Literary inspiration is a product of his lifelong habit of late-night reading. His interest in mystery and hard-boiled showdowns was kindled by an adolescent admiration of Perry Mason and "a man called Paladin." The scientific twists in his stories come from his professional life, which included a Ph.D. from the University of Pennsylvania; three years of postdoctoral work in Germany; 30 years as a medical school professor and researcher; and the filing of patents and founding of companies, Rainbow Books, 1998-01, 2.5, Ian Allan Ltd. Very Good/Very Good. 1978. Hard Cover. Sm 4to 0711008019 Dust jacket nicked to top of spine. unclipped , slight fade to spine. Original cloth boards with bright gilt titling on spine. No ownership marks.. Hardcover: Numerous photographs. 128 pages. Dimensions: 23.2 x 16.7 x 2.8 cm. The early postwar years saw the gradual and apparently final decline of the tram, a machine whose name had been synonymous with urban transport for generations. To presentday city dwellers who use bus and tube, the only experience of commerical trams in the British Isles can be gained from the reduced Blackpool network. (Tyne and Wear, however, promises better things.) British Trams in Camera presents a broad cross-section of the electric tramway undertakings that survived World War II and continued functioning into the 1 950s. Certainly of nostalgic interest to all those who remember the heyday of the tram, it also contains an element of topicality in the light of recent serious considerations to reintroduce the tramway system to Britain. Sketching, as it does in some detail, different facets of the workings of the urban transport systems of some 17 different areas in England, Scotland, Ireland, Wales, and the Isle of Man, British Trams in Camera provides a splendid survey of the postwar tram era before it was eclipsed by the motor bus. It does so with over 200 photographs, many of which have never been published before, and a lengthy glossary of tram terms that could assist those confused by the mysteries of 'Conduit Point Tongues' and 'Rocker Panels'. British Trams in Camera has something for the tramway expert, the amateur enthusiast and modeller alike in its re-creation of a bygone age. ., Ian Allan Ltd, 1978, 3<

2004, ISBN: 9780711008014

Taschenbuch, Gebundene Ausgabe

Plymouth, Devon, England: Westway Guides, 1966. Reprint . Soft cover. Very Good/No Jacket. unpaginated 32 pages b/w photos, Westway Guides, 1966, 3, UK: Haynes, 2004. Hardcover. New. … Mehr…

Plymouth, Devon, England: Westway Guides, 1966. Reprint . Soft cover. Very Good/No Jacket. unpaginated 32 pages b/w photos, Westway Guides, 1966, 3, UK: Haynes, 2004. Hardcover. New. 4to - over 9¾ - 12" tall. Great book about the up and coming F1 drivers of the time NEW still in shrink wrap. Small quarto size.Jenson Button,Kimi Raikkonnen,fernando Alonso,mark webber,Filipe Massa,Montoya,FRalf schumacher., Haynes, 2004, 6, UK: Rolls-Royce, 1986. Soft cover. Very Good. Genuine R-R owner's handbook manual SUPPLEMENT for 1986 models 22 pages nice condition 8inx5in, Rolls-Royce, 1986, 3, Colour Library Books Ltd., UK. Hardcover. GOOD. Spine creases, wear to binding and pages from reading. May contain limited notes, underlining or highlighting that does affect the text. Possible ex library copy, will have the markings and stickers associated from the library. Accessories such as CD, codes, toys, may not be included., Colour Library Books Ltd., UK, 2.5, HMSO/Glasgow Museums. 1993 HMSO/Glasgow Museums first edition paperback; Very Good copy, just gift note on fep, appears unread; UK dealer, immediate dispatch . Very Good. Paperback. 1st Edition.. 1993., HMSO/Glasgow Museums, 1993, 3, Temple Press. 1948 Temple Press 33rd edition hardback; acceptable copy, with worn boards and owner's details inside, no dj; UK dealer, immediate dispatch . Acceptable. Hardcover. 1948., Temple Press, 1948, 2.5, United Kingdom: Collins Willow, 1998. The story behind the 1996 and 1997 formula one motor racing seasons.Colour illustrations. Sunned spine. Some geneal handling wear.. Paperback. Paperback. Good/No Dust Jacket Issued. 256 Pages., Collins Willow, 1998, 2.5, United Kingdom: Shire Publications, 1994. A history of the MG accompanied by black-and-white photographs.. Amended Reprint of 1985 First Edition. Softback. Very Good/No Jacket Issued. 32 Pages., Shire Publications, 1994, 3, Ian Allan Ltd. Very Good/Very Good. 1978. Hard Cover. Sm 4to 0711008019 Dust jacket nicked to top of spine. unclipped , slight fade to spine. Original cloth boards with bright gilt titling on spine. No ownership marks.. Hardcover: Numerous photographs. 128 pages. Dimensions: 23.2 x 16.7 x 2.8 cm. The early postwar years saw the gradual and apparently final decline of the tram, a machine whose name had been synonymous with urban transport for generations. To presentday city dwellers who use bus and tube, the only experience of commerical trams in the British Isles can be gained from the reduced Blackpool network. (Tyne and Wear, however, promises better things.) British Trams in Camera presents a broad cross-section of the electric tramway undertakings that survived World War II and continued functioning into the 1 950s. Certainly of nostalgic interest to all those who remember the heyday of the tram, it also contains an element of topicality in the light of recent serious considerations to reintroduce the tramway system to Britain. Sketching, as it does in some detail, different facets of the workings of the urban transport systems of some 17 different areas in England, Scotland, Ireland, Wales, and the Isle of Man, British Trams in Camera provides a splendid survey of the postwar tram era before it was eclipsed by the motor bus. It does so with over 200 photographs, many of which have never been published before, and a lengthy glossary of tram terms that could assist those confused by the mysteries of 'Conduit Point Tongues' and 'Rocker Panels'. British Trams in Camera has something for the tramway expert, the amateur enthusiast and modeller alike in its re-creation of a bygone age. ., Ian Allan Ltd, 1978, 3<

1978, ISBN: 9780711008014

Ian Allan Ltd. Very Good/Very Good. 1978. Hard Cover. Sm 4to 0711008019 Dust jacket nicked to top of spine. unclipped , slight fade to spine. Original cloth boards with bright gilt titli… Mehr…

Ian Allan Ltd. Very Good/Very Good. 1978. Hard Cover. Sm 4to 0711008019 Dust jacket nicked to top of spine. unclipped , slight fade to spine. Original cloth boards with bright gilt titling on spine. No ownership marks.. Hardcover: Numerous photographs. 128 pages. Dimensions: 23.2 x 16.7 x 2.8 cm. The early postwar years saw the gradual and apparently final decline of the tram, a machine whose name had been synonymous with urban transport for generations. To presentday city dwellers who use bus and tube, the only experience of commerical trams in the British Isles can be gained from the reduced Blackpool network. (Tyne and Wear, however, promises better things.) British Trams in Camera presents a broad cross-section of the electric tramway undertakings that survived World War II and continued functioning into the 1 950s. Certainly of nostalgic interest to all those who remember the heyday of the tram, it also contains an element of topicality in the light of recent serious considerations to reintroduce the tramway system to Britain. Sketching, as it does in some detail, different facets of the workings of the urban transport systems of some 17 different areas in England, Scotland, Ireland, Wales, and the Isle of Man, British Trams in Camera provides a splendid survey of the postwar tram era before it was eclipsed by the motor bus. It does so with over 200 photographs, many of which have never been published before, and a lengthy glossary of tram terms that could assist those confused by the mysteries of 'Conduit Point Tongues' and 'Rocker Panels'. British Trams in Camera has something for the tramway expert, the amateur enthusiast and modeller alike in its re-creation of a bygone age. ., Ian Allan Ltd, 1978, 3<

1978, ISBN: 0711008019

[EAN: 9780711008014], Gebraucht, sehr guter Zustand, [PU: Ian Allan Ltd], Jacket, Dust jacket nicked to top of spine. unclipped , slight fade to spine. Original cloth boards with bright g… Mehr…

[EAN: 9780711008014], Gebraucht, sehr guter Zustand, [PU: Ian Allan Ltd], Jacket, Dust jacket nicked to top of spine. unclipped , slight fade to spine. Original cloth boards with bright gilt titling on spine. No ownership marks. Hardcover: Numerous photographs. 128 pages. Dimensions: 23.2 x 16.7 x 2.8 cm. The early postwar years saw the gradual and apparently final decline of the tram, a machine whose name had been synonymous with urban transport for generations. To presentday city dwellers who use bus and tube, the only experience of commerical trams in the British Isles can be gained from the reduced Blackpool network. (Tyne and Wear, however, promises better things.) British Trams in Camera presents a broad cross-section of the electric tramway undertakings that survived World War II and continued functioning into the 1 950s. Certainly of nostalgic interest to all those who remember the heyday of the tram, it also contains an element of topicality in the light of recent serious considerations to reintroduce the tramway system to Britain. Sketching, as it does in some detail, different facets of the workings of the urban transport systems of some 17 different areas in England, Scotland, Ireland, Wales, and the Isle of Man, British Trams in Camera provides a splendid survey of the postwar tram era before it was eclipsed by the motor bus. It does so with over 200 photographs, many of which have never been published before, and a lengthy glossary of tram terms that could assist those confused by the mysteries of 'Conduit Point Tongues' and 'Rocker Panels'. British Trams in Camera has something for the tramway expert, the amateur enthusiast and modeller alike in its re-creation of a bygone age. Size: Sm 4to, Books<