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Country Beyond

Name: Country Beyond
Brand: 1st World Library - Literary Society
SKU: 08412252
Price: 14.52 EUR
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Author: James Oliver Curwood
ISBN: 9781421821481

James Oliver Curwood

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English

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Libristo code: 08412252

Publishers 1st World Library - Literary Society, August 2006

Not far from the rugged and storm-whipped north shore of Lake Superior, and south of the Kaministiqu... Full description

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Not far from the rugged and storm-whipped north shore of Lake Superior, and south of the Kaministiqua, yet not as far south as the Rainy River waterway, there lay a paradise lost in the heart of a wilderness world - and in that paradise "a little corner of hell." That was what the girl had called it once upon a time, when sobbing out the shame and the agony of it to herself. That was before Peter had come to leaven the drab of her life. But the hell was still there. One would not have guessed its existence, standing at the bald top of Cragg's Ridge this wonderful thirtieth day of May. In the whiteness of winter one could look off over a hundred square miles of freezing forest and swamp and river country, with the gleam of ice-covered lakes here and there, fringed by their black spruce and cedar and balsam - a country of storm, of deep snows, and men and women whose blood ran red with the thrill that the hardship and the never-ending adventure of the wild.