tailieunhanh - Days of the Discoverers

A red fox ran into the empty church. In the middle of the floor he sat up and looked around. Nothing stirred--not the painted figures on the wooden walls, nor the boy who now stood in the doorway. This boy was gray-eyed and flaxen-haired, and might have been eleven or twelve years old. He was looking for the good old priest, Father Ansgar, and the wild shy animal eyeing him from the foot of the altar made it only too clear that the church, like the village, was deserted. Father Ansgar was dead of the strange swift pestilence that was called in 1348 the Black. | Days of the Discoverers by L. Lamprey 1 Days of the Discoverers by L. Lamprey The Project Gutenberg EBook of Days of the Discoverers by L. Lamprey This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at Title Days of the Discoverers Author L. Lamprey Illustrator Florence Choate Elizabeth Curtis Release Date March 23 2006 EBook 18038 Language English Character set encoding ISO-8859-1 START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK DAYS OF THE DISCOVERERS Produced by Juliet Sutherland LN Yaddanapudi and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http Illustration I will tell you where there is plenty of it --Frontispiece GREAT DAYS IN AMERICAN HISTORY SERIES DAYS OF THE DISCOVERERS Days of the Discoverers by L. Lamprey BY 2 L. LAMPREY Author of In the Days of the Guild Masters of the Guild etc. ILLUSTRATED BY FLORENCE CHOATE and ELIZABETH CURTIS NEW YORK FREDERICK A. STOKES COMPANY PUBLISHERS Copyright 1921 by FREDERICK A. STOKES COMPANY All rights reserved including that of translation into foreign languages Made in the United States of America TO FORESTA Upon the road to Faerie O there are many sights to see -- Small woodland folk may one discern Housekeeping under leaf and fern And little tunnels in the grass Where caravans of goblins pass And airy corsair-craft that float On wings transparent as a mote -- All sorts of curious things can be Upon the road to Faerie Along the wharves of Faerie-- There all the winds of Christendie Are musical with hawk-bell chimes Carillons rung to minstrels rimes And silver trumpets bravely blown From argosies of lands unknown And the great war-drum s wakening roll-- The reveillé of heart and soul-- For news of all the ageless sea Comes to the quays of Faerie Across the fields to Faerie There is no lack of company -- The world is real the .

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