ISBN: 1236668987

[EAN: 9781236668981], Neubuch, A STONE,SUBJECTS, This item is printed on demand. Paperback. This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free sca… Mehr…

[EAN: 9781236668981], Neubuch, A STONE,SUBJECTS, This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 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. 1919 edition. Excerpt: . . . fast and seems to love it, too, and with no more ado she called to Don to bring the Titian alongside the wharf and take off the cover. The negro slid off, turtlelike, into the ebb tide and waded out to the boat, which he soon made ready for the trip. The girl felt for her shark knife, to be sure it was there, and went into the store and got her rifle. Daddy says for me never to go out without a rifle and a shark knife, as I may need them any time, she explained as I looked on wonder-ingly. He says, with a shark knife, rifle, some terrors, an oxygen tank and a good boat, there is little danger, she volunteered, somehow thinking it necessary to reassure me as we walked to the power boat now ready for us. The boat evidenced a feminine touch. Painted, varnished, brass shining spick and span, as would the engine room of an ocean liner. Perhaps thirty-five feet over all without a cabin, though there were bunks for two in the bow ahead of the steering wheel protected from the weather by a cowl over which the little girl could just see when standing. The shining, six-cylinder motor, with up-to-date starter and reverse clutch, was in the center at the bottom of an open cockpit extending clear astern, surrounded by seats under which was closed storage space. You see, she said, placing the rifle in a convenient leather holster under which hung binoculars, we used this boat to sponge from for a long time, but since Daddy got the Sprite and gave the Titian to me I have changed it some--and painted it up to suit myself, she added, as the motor sprang into life at her touch. The cutter moved instantly toward the entrance of the little bay and out on the Gulf into a slight head wind. Better come up here under the cowl, for she throws a spray after. . . This item ships from La Vergne,TN.<

2012, ISBN: 1236668987

[EAN: 9781236668981], Neubuch, [PU: Rarebooksclub.com, United States], Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****. This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers … Mehr…

[EAN: 9781236668981], Neubuch, [PU: Rarebooksclub.com, United States], Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****. 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. 1919 edition. Excerpt: .fast and seems to love it, too, and with no more ado she called to Don to bring the Titian alongside the wharf and take off the cover. The negro slid off, turtlelike, into the ebb tide and waded out to the boat, which he soon made ready for the trip. The girl felt for her shark knife, to be sure it was there, and went into the store and got her rifle. Daddy says for me never to go out without a rifle and a shark knife, as I may need them any time, she explained as I looked on wonder-ingly. He says, with a shark knife, rifle, some terrors, an oxygen tank and a good boat, there is little danger, she volunteered, somehow thinking it necessary to reassure me as we walked to the power boat now ready for us. The boat evidenced a feminine touch. Painted, varnished, brass shining spick and span, as would the engine room of an ocean liner. Perhaps thirty-five feet over all without a cabin, though there were bunks for two in the bow ahead of the steering wheel protected from the weather by a cowl over which the little girl could just see when standing. The shining, six-cylinder motor, with up-to-date starter and reverse clutch, was in the center at the bottom of an open cockpit extending clear astern, surrounded by seats under which was closed storage space. You see, she said, placing the rifle in a convenient leather holster under which hung binoculars, we used this boat to sponge from for a long time, but since Daddy got the Sprite and gave the Titian to me I have changed it some--and painted it up to suit myself, she added, as the motor sprang into life at her touch. The cutter moved instantly toward the entrance of the little bay and out on the Gulf into a slight head wind. Better come up here under the cowl, for she throws a spray after.<

2012, ISBN: 1236668987

[EAN: 9781236668981], Neubuch, [PU: Rarebooksclub.com, United States], Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers c… Mehr…

[EAN: 9781236668981], Neubuch, [PU: Rarebooksclub.com, United States], Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****.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. 1919 edition. Excerpt: .fast and seems to love it, too, and with no more ado she called to Don to bring the Titian alongside the wharf and take off the cover. The negro slid off, turtlelike, into the ebb tide and waded out to the boat, which he soon made ready for the trip. The girl felt for her shark knife, to be sure it was there, and went into the store and got her rifle. Daddy says for me never to go out without a rifle and a shark knife, as I may need them any time, she explained as I looked on wonder-ingly. He says, with a shark knife, rifle, some terrors, an oxygen tank and a good boat, there is little danger, she volunteered, somehow thinking it necessary to reassure me as we walked to the power boat now ready for us. The boat evidenced a feminine touch. Painted, varnished, brass shining spick and span, as would the engine room of an ocean liner. Perhaps thirty-five feet over all without a cabin, though there were bunks for two in the bow ahead of the steering wheel protected from the weather by a cowl over which the little girl could just see when standing. The shining, six-cylinder motor, with up-to-date starter and reverse clutch, was in the center at the bottom of an open cockpit extending clear astern, surrounded by seats under which was closed storage space. You see, she said, placing the rifle in a convenient leather holster under which hung binoculars, we used this boat to sponge from for a long time, but since Daddy got the Sprite and gave the Titian to me I have changed it some--and painted it up to suit myself, she added, as the motor sprang into life at her touch. The cutter moved instantly toward the entrance of the little bay and out on the Gulf into a slight head wind. Better come up here under the cowl, for she throws a spray after.<