A Girl of the Limberlost

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Of all the books written by Hoosier writers, Gene Stratton-Porter's A Girl of the Limberlost is unquestionably the most cherished. It is the timeless story of an impoverished young girl, Elnora Comstock, growing up on the edge of the Limberlost swamp. In order to pay for her education, she collects moths. Since 1909, when A Girl of the Limberlost was first published, Elnora Comstock has served as a role model for successive generations of young readers. Her beauty of soul and ...
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Of all the books written by Hoosier writers, Gene Stratton-Porter's A Girl of the Limberlost is unquestionably the most cherished. It is the timeless story of an impoverished young girl, Elnora Comstock, growing up on the edge of the Limberlost swamp. In order to pay for her education, she collects moths. Since 1909, when A Girl of the Limberlost was first published, Elnora Comstock has served as a role model for successive generations of young readers. Her beauty of soul and love of nature continue to charm readers of all ages.

Deeply wounded by her embittered mother's lack of sympathy for her aspirations, Elnora finds comfort in the nearby Limberlost Swamp, whose beauty and rich abundance provide her with the means to better her life.

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  • ISBN-13: 9781432622787
  • Publisher: Kessinger Publishing Company
  • Publication date: 4/28/2005
  • Pages: 500
  • Product dimensions: 6.00 (w) x 9.00 (h) x 1.25 (d)

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Gene Stratton-Porter (1863 -1924) was an American author, amateur naturalist, wildlife photographer, and one of the earliest women to form a movie studio and production company. She wrote some best-selling novels and well-received columns in national magazines, such as McCalls. Her works were translated into several languages, including Braille, and Stratton-Porter was estimated to have 50 million readers around the world. She used her position and income as a well-known author to support conservation of Limberlost Swamp and other wetlands in the state of Indiana. Her novel A Girl of the Limberlost was adapted four times as a film, most recently in 1990 in a made-for-TV version.
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A Girl of the Limberlost


By Gene Stratton-Porter

Dover Publications, Inc.

Copyright © 2007 Dover Publications, Inc.
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-486-12161-1


CHAPTER 1

Wherein Elnora Goes to High School and Learns Many Lessons Not Found in Her Books


"Elnora Comstock, have you lost your senses?" demanded the angry voice of Katharine Comstock as she glared at her daughter.

"Why, mother?" faltered the girl.

"Don't you 'why mother' me!" cried Mrs. Comstock. "You know very well what I mean. You've given me no peace until you've had your way about this going to school business; I've fixed you good enough, and you're ready to start. But no child of mine walks the streets of Onabasha looking like a play-actress woman. You wet your hair and comb it down modest and decent and then be off, or you'll have no time to find where you belong."

Elnora gave one despairing glance at the white face, framed in a most becoming riot of reddish-brown hair, which she saw in the little kitchen mirror. Then she untied the narrow black ribbon, wet the comb and plastered the waving curls close to her head, bound them fast, pinned on the skimpy black hat and started for the back door.

"You've gone so plum daffy you are forgetting your dinner," jeered her mother.

"I don't want anything to eat," replied Elnora without stopping.

"You'll take your dinner or you'll not go one step. Are you crazy? Walk nearly three miles and no food from six in the morning until six at night. A pretty figure you'd cut if you had your way about things! And after I've gone and bought you this nice new pail and filled it especial for the first day!"

Elnora came back with a face still whiter and picked up the lunch. "Thank you, mother! Good-bye!" she said. Mrs. Comstock did not reply. She watched the girl down the long walk to the gate and out of sight on the road in the bright sunshine of the first Monday of September.

"I bet a dollar she gets enough of it by night!" Mrs. Comstock said positively.

Elnora walked by instinct, for her eyes were blinded with tears. She left the road where it turned south at the corner of the Limberlost, climbed a snake fence and entered a path worn by her own feet. Dodging under willow and scrub oak branches she at last came to the faint outline of an old trail made in the days when the precious timber of the swamp was guarded by armed men. This path she followed until she reached a thick clump of bushes. From the débris in the end of a hollow log she took a key that unlocked the padlock of a large weatherbeaten old box, inside of which lay several books, a butterfly apparatus, and an old cracked mirror. The walls were lined thickly with gaudy butterflies, dragon-flies, and moths. She set up the mirror, and once more pulling the ribbon from her hair, she shook the bright mass over her shoulders, tossing it dry in the sunshine. Then she straightened it, bound it loosely, and replaced her hat. She tugged vainly at the low brown calico collar and gazed despairingly at the generous length of the narrow skirt. She lifted it as she would have liked it to be cut if possible. That disclosed the heavy high leather shoes, at sight of which she looked positively ill, and hastily dropped the skirt. She opened the pail, took out the lunch, wrapped it in the napkin, and placed it in a small pasteboard box. Locking the case again, she hid the key and hurried down the trail.

She followed it around the north end of the swamp and then struck into a footpath crossing a farm in the direction of the spires of the city to the northeast. Again she climbed a fence and was on the open road. For an instant she leaned against the fence, staring before her, then turned and looked back. Behind her lay the land on which she had been born to drudgery and a mother who made no pretence of loving her; before her lay the city through whose schools she hoped to find means of escape and the way to reach the things for which she cared. When she thought of how she looked she leaned more heavily against the fence and groaned; when she thought of turning back and wearing such clothing in ignorance all the days of her life she set her teeth firmly and went hastily toward Onabasha.

At the bridge crossing a deep culvert at the suburbs she glanced around, and then kneeling she thrust the lunch box between the foundation and the flooring. This left her empty-handed as she approached the great stone high school building. She entered bravely and inquired her way to the office of the superintendent. There she learned that she should have come the week before and arranged for her classes. There were many things incident to the opening of school, and one man unable to cope with all of them.

"Where have you been attending school?" he asked, while he advised the teacher of the cooking department not to telephone for groceries until she knew how many she would have in her classes; wrote an order for chemicals for the students of science; and advised the leader of the orchestra to try to get a professional to take the place of the bass violist, reported suddenly ill.

"I finished last spring at Brushwood school, district number nine," said Elnora. "I have been studying all summer. I am quite sure I can do the first year work, if I have a few days to get started."

"Of course, of course," assented the superintendent. "Almost invariably country pupils do good work. You may enter first year, and if you don't fit, we will find it out speedily. Your teachers will tell you the list of books you must have, and if you will come with me I will show you the way to the auditorium. It is now time for opening exercises. Take any seat you find vacant." He was gone.

Elnora stood before the entrance and stared into the largest room she ever had seen. The floor sloped down to a yawning stage on which a band of musicians, grouped around a grand piano, were tuning their instruments. She had two fleeting impressions. That it was all a mistake; this was no school, but a grand display of enormous ribbon bows; and the second, that she was sinking, and had forgotten how to walk. Then a burst from the orchestra nerved her while a bevy of daintily clad, sweet-smelling things that might have been birds, or flowers, or possibly gaily dressed, happy young girls, pushed her forward. She found herself plodding across the back of the auditorium, praying for guidance, to an empty seat.

As the girls passed her, vacancies seemed to open to meet them. Their friends were moving over, beckoning and whispering invitations. Every one else was seated, but no one paid any attention to the white-faced girl stumbling half-blindly down the aisle next the farthest wall. So she went on to the very end facing the stage. No one moved, and she could not summon courage to crowd past others to several empty seats she saw. At the end of the aisle she paused in desperation, as she stared back at the whole forest of faces most of which were now turned upon her.

In one burning flash came the full realization of her scanty dress, her pitiful little hat and ribbon, her big, heavy shoes, her ignorance of where to go or what to do; and from a sickening wave which crept over her, she felt she was going to become very ill. Then out of the mass she saw a pair of big, brown boy eyes, three seats from her, and there was a message in them. Without moving his body he reached forward and with a pencil touched the back of the seat before him. Instantly Elnora took another step which brought her to a row of vacant front seats.

She heard the giggle behind her; the knowledge that she wore the only hat in the room, burned her; every matter of moment, and some of none at all, cut and stung. She had no books. Where should she go when this was over? What would she give to be on the trail going home! She was shaking with a nervous chill when the music ceased, and the superintendent arose and, coming down to the front of the flower-decked platform, opened a Bible and began to read. Elnora did not know what he was reading, and she felt that she did not care. Wildly she was racking her brain to decide whether she should sit still when the rest left the room or follow, and ask some one where the Freshmen went first.

In the midst of the struggle one clean-cut sentence fell on her ear. "Hide me under the shadow of Thy wings."

Elnora began to pray frantically. "Hide me, O God, hide me, under the shadow of Thy wings."

Again and again she implored that prayer, and before she realized what was coming, every one had risen and the room was emptying rapidly. Elnora hurried after the nearest girl and in the press at the door touched her sleeve timidly.

"Will you please tell me where the Freshmen go?" she asked huskily.

The girl gave her one surprised glance, and drew away.

"Same place as the fresh women," she answered, and those nearest her laughed.

Elnora stopped praying suddenly and the colour swept into her face. "I'll wager you are the first person I meet when I find it," she said and stopped short. "Not that! Oh, I must not do that!" she thought in dismay. "Make an enemy the first thing I do. Oh, not that!"

She followed with her eyes as the young people separated in the hall, some climbing stairs, some disappearing down side halls, some entering doors nearby. She saw the girl overtake the brown-eyed boy and speak to him, and he glanced back at Elnora and now there was a scowl on his face. Then she stood alone in the hall.

Presently a door opened and a young woman came out and entered another room. Elnora waited until she returned, and hurried to her. "Would you tell me where the Freshmen are?" she panted.

"Straight down the hall, three doors to your left," was the answer, as the girl passed.

"One minute please, oh, please," begged Elnora. "Do I knock or just open the door?"

"Go in and take a seat," replied the teacher.

"What if there aren't any seats?" gasped Elnora.

"Classrooms are never half-filled, there will be plenty," was the answer.

Elnora removed her hat. There was no place to put it, so she carried it in her hand. She looked infinitely better without it. After several efforts she at last opened the door and stepping inside faced a smaller and more concentrated battery of eyes.

"The superintendent sent me. He thinks I belong here," she said to the professor in charge of the class, but she never before heard the voice with which she spoke. As she stood waiting, the girl of the hall passed on her way to the blackboard, and suppressed laughter told Elnora that her thrust had been repeated.

"Be seated," said the professor, and then because he saw Elnora was desperately embarrassed he proceeded to loan her a book and to ask her if she had studied algebra. She said she had a little, but not the same book they were using. He asked her if she felt that she could do the work they were beginning, and she said she did.

That was how it happened, that three minutes after entering the room she was compelled to take her place beside the girl who had gone last to the board, and whose flushed face and angry eyes avoided meeting Elnora's. Being compelled to concentrate on her proposition she forgot herself. When the professor asked that all pupils sign their work she firmly wrote "Elnora Comstock" under her demonstration. Then she took her seat and waited with white lips and trembling limbs, as one after another professor called the names on the board, while their owners arose and explained their propositions, or flunked if they had not found a correct solution. She was so eager to catch their forms of expression and prepare herself for her recitation, that she never took her eyes from the work on the board, until clearly and distinctly, "Elnora Cornstock," called the professor.

The dazed girl stared at the board. One tiny curl added to the top of the first curve of the m in her name, had transformed it from a good old English patronymic that any girl might bear proudly, to Cornstock. Elnora sat speechless. When and how did it happen? She could feel the wave of smothered laughter in the air around her. A rush of anger turned her face scarlet and her soul sick. The voice of the professor addressed her directly.

"This proposition seems to be beautifully demonstrated, Miss Cornstalk," he said. "Surely, you can tell us how you did it."

That word of praise saved her. She could do good work. They might wear their pretty clothes, have their friends and make life a greater misery than it ever before had been for her, but not one of them should do better work or be more womanly. That lay with her. She was tall, straight, and handsome as she arose.

"Of course, I can explain my work," she said in natural tones. "What I can't explain is how I happened to be so stupid as to make a mistake in writing my own name. I must have been a little nervous. Please, excuse me."

She went to the board, swept off the signature with one stroke, then without a tremor she rewrote it clearly. "My name is Comstock," she said distinctly. She returned to her seat and following the formula used by the others made her first high school recitation.

The face of Professor Henley was a study. As Elnora took her seat he looked at her steadily. "It puzzles me," he said deliberately, "how you can write as beautiful a demonstration, and explain it as clearly as ever has been done in any of my classes, and still be so disturbed as to make a mistake in your own name. Are you very sure you did that yourself, Miss Comstock?"

"It is impossible that any one else should have done it," answered Elnora steadily.

"I am very glad you think so," said the professor. "Being Freshmen, all of you are strangers to me. I should hate to begin the year with you feeling there was one among you small enough to do a trick like that. The next proposition, please."

When the hour was gone the class filed back to the study room and Elnora followed in desperation, because she did not know where else to go. She could not study, as she had no books, and when the class again left the room to go to another professor for the next recitation, she went also. At least they could put her out if she did not belong there. Noon came at last, and she kept with the others until they dispersed on the sidewalk. She was so abnormally self-conscious she fancied all the hundreds of that laughing throng saw and jested at her. When she passed the brown-eyed boy walking the girl of her encounter she knew, for she heard him say, "Did you really let that gawky piece of calico get ahead of you?" The answer was indistinct.

Elnora hurried from the city. She intended to get her lunch, eat it in the shade of the first tree, and then decide whether she would go back or go home. She knelt on the bridge and reached for her box, but it was so very light that she was prepared for the fact that it was empty before opening it. There was one thing for which to be thankful. The boy or tramp who had seen her hide it, had left the napkin. She would not have to face her mother and account for its loss. She put it in her pocket, and threw the box into the ditch. Then she sat on the bridge and tried to think, but her brain was confused.

"Perhaps the worst is over," she said at last. "I will go back. What would mother say to me if I came home now?"

So she returned to the high school, followed some other pupils to the coat room, hung her hat, and found her way to the study where she had been in the morning. Twice that afternoon, with aching head and empty stomach, she faced strange professors, in different branches. Once she escaped notice, the second time the worst happened. She was asked a question she could not answer.

"Have you not decided on your course, and secured your books?" inquired the professor.

"I have decided on my course," replied Elnora, "I do not know who to ask for my books."

"Ask?" the professor was bewildered.

"I understood the books were furnished," faltered Elnora.

"Only to those bringing an order from the township trustee," replied the professor.

"No! Oh, no!" cried Elnora. "I will get them to-morrow," and gripped her desk for support, for she knew that was not true. Four books, ranging perhaps at a dollar and a half apiece; would her mother get them? Of course she would not—could not.

Did not Elnora know the story by heart. There was enough land, but no one to do clearing and farm. Tax on all those acres, recently the new gravel road tax added, the expense of living and only the work of two women to meet all of it. She was insane to think she could come to the city to school. Her mother had been right. The girl decided that if only she lived to get home, she would stay there and lead any sort of life to avoid more of this torture. Bad as what she wished to escape had been, it was nothing like this. She never could live down the movement that went through the class when she inadvertently revealed the fact that she had expected her books to be furnished. Her mother would not get them; that settled the question.


(Continues...)

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Table of Contents

I Wherein Elnora Goes to High School, and Learns Many Lessons not Found in Her Books 3
II Wherein Wesley and Margaret Go Shopping, and Elnora's Wardrobe Is Replenished 26
III Wherein Elnora Visits the Bird Woman, and Opens a Bank Account 39
IV Wherein the Sintons Are Disappointed, and Mrs. Comstock Learns that She Can Laugh 53
V Wherein Elnora Receives a Warning and Billy Appears on the Scene 82
VI Wherein Mrs. Comstock Indulges in "Frills," and Billy Reappears 99
VII Wherein Mrs. Comstock Manipulates Margaret, and Billy Acquires a Residence 122
VIII Wherein the Limberlost Tempts Elnora, and Billy Buries His Father 155
IX Wherein Elnora Discovers a Violin, and Billy Disciplines Margaret 164
X Wherein Elnora Has More Financial Troubles, and Mrs. Comstock Again Hears the Song of the Limberlost 181
XI Wherein Elnora Graduates, and Freckles and the Angel Send Gifts 205
XII Wherein Margaret Sinton Reveals a Secret, and Mrs. Comstock Possesses the Limberlost 225
XIII Wherein Mother Love Is Bestowed on Elnora, and She Finds an Assistant in Moth Hunting 256
XIV Wherein a New Position Is Tendered Elnora, and Philip Ammon Is Shown Limberlost Violets 276
XV Wherein Mrs. Comstock Faces the Almighty, and Philip Ammon Writes a Letter 291
XVI Wherein the Limberlost Sings for Ammon, and the Talking Trees Tell Great Secrets 309
XVII Wherein Mrs. Comstock Dances in the Moonlight, and Elnora Makes a Confession 323
XVIII Wherein Mrs. Comstock Experiments with Rejuvenation, and Elnora Teaches Natural History 341
XIX Wherein Philip Ammon Gives a Ball in Honour of Edith Carr, and Hart Henderson Appears on the Scene 354
XX Wherein the Elder Ammon Offers Advice, and Edith Carr Experiences Regrets 371
XXI Wherein Philip Ammon Returns to the Limberlost, and Elnora Studies the Situation 382
XXII Wherein Philip Ammon Kneels to the Queen of Love, and Chicago Comes to the Limberlost 402
XXIII Wherein Elnora Reaches a Decision, and Freckles and the Angel Appear 424
XXIV Wherein Edith Carr Wages a Battle, and Hart Henderson Stands Guard 439
XXV Wherein Philip Finds Elnora, and Edith Carr Offers a Yellow Emperor 454
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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 21, 2000

    A Review of A Girl of The Limberlost

    I read this book as part of an independent reading project at school. My mother read it when she was a girl and her mother read it before her. Elnora Comstock goes to her first day of high school wearing an old calico dress and clunky high topped shoes. She quickly learns that she has to pay tuition and buy books with her own money. Elnora learns she can earn money by collecting moths, butterflies, and insects. She does this for four years and the results are exciting. At school she learns about an insturment called the violin and is able to play it without any lessons. To find notes she mimics the sounds she hears in the Limberlost. Although the book was written in 1909, it has a wonderful plot and is very interesting in its facts. I learned that things we take for granted today were much harder to get in that time. Elnora's appearance was just as important to her as it is to girls today. In order to have a new dress,the fabric and pattern had to be washed and ironed,pieces cut out, and sewn by hand.Throughout the first part of the book,Elnora has to struggle every day to get along with her mother. Elnora knows that she can depend on Uncle Wesley and Aunt Margaret Sinton to help her out when she's in trouble. But when Elnora's mother learns the truth about a long held secret about her husband's death, things change dramatically. The book was very intersting because it's written using words and phrases we don't use anymore. It is a good source of vocabulary words.This 479page novel seems long at first, but once you get going you forget about the length and enjoy the story a lot. I loved this story and plan to read more books by this author.

    7 out of 8 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 14, 2012

    WONDERFUL STORY- Horrible proof reading

    This is such a lovely story but because it was not edited after it was scanned, the story is hard to follow in some places. The text is missing on some spots and some words look like this E)h0$a...so that sort of takes away from the story.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 3, 2011

    Timeless Classic

    Gene Stratton-Porter knew how to write a book that catches the heart of the reader. I started reading her books 40+ years ago and have re-read them many times. I had to get a copy for my new Nook. She was the first author that I put on my nook and will probably read many more times. The story between mother and daughter and the misunderstandings are classic and happens in any time period. I love the way she wrote with very descriptive phrases and her knowledge of moths and nature was amazing. A wonderful classic to read.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 13, 2011

    Amazing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    I would put more exclamation points, but mmy hands tired.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 27, 2005

    Beautiful Book! a good read

    This book is wonderfully old fashioned, and can sometimes be little difficult to understand at first, but if you give it a try, confusing language and all, you will discover a wonderfull story. An inspiring tale about one girls pure quality, strength, endurance, and change from a lonely girl to a hopefull woman. i love it. My grandmother read it to me when I was young and it's been in my heart ever sense.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 29, 2005

    girl of the limberlost review

    What an absolutely captivating book. After reading the first two pages I was a little unsure of the book, due to older style of language, and a lack of background information. However, by the end of the first chapter, I didn't want to put this book down. I fell in love with the character of Elnora Comstock....what a brave and amazing character! Kate Comstock (Elnora's mother) as well as the stintons are equally as important, and valuable to the story. What an amazing book! I have read many books both in and out of school, and i find that this is one of my most cherished reads. In my oppinion, this should be added to the required reading list for older high school students, or college students. If more people would read books like the girl of the limberlost, i think that it would show people how wonderful reading is! This is an easy to read book, in language, and in content. Don't miss this great find!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 26, 2014

    classic must read

    Veery good. I read this book because it is my Grandmother's favorite book. So glad that I did!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 12, 2014

    Highly recommed fir Highly recommend for all ages

    I got this book for my 11 year old daughter and decided to look at it, well i couldnt put it down! Excellent read- redemptive and uplifting

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 21, 2014

    Amazing book

    Amazing

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  • Posted August 1, 2012

    Recommended

    A quaint country girl living a simple life, with amazing insights to knowledge of insects and life in the swamp and Limberlost. The story is also about relationships and long time suffering.....and over coming adversity. When I asked my mother what her favorite book was when she was young, she said, "The Girl of the Limberlost". That was back in the 1960's when I was a child.

    SAMR93

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  • Posted May 24, 2012

    Check it out. I recommend it!

    This book is a gentle, interesting look at the story of a girl who finds a way to go to high school despite her bitter mother's wishes. On the first day she learns that tuition is required of the country students. That and she dresses so unfashionably she is made fun of. She lives in a shrinking wet land and has always collected moths. By her can-do spirit and her ability to make friends, she perseveres. The first step is to sell moth specimens, many of which are very rare. This book takes a naive look at deep problems of bitterness, hurt, and human nature. Nevertheless, I liked it because it is a snapshot of early life. I learned a little bit about wet lands and the disappearance of rare timber, wildlife in Indiana.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 19, 2012

    an enjoyable read and interesting, too.

    I thought A Girl of the Limberlost was an enjoyable read and kept me reading. I learned much about moths in the process. Loved the ending.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 27, 2012

    READ THIS BOOK!

    LOVED THE BOOK. WOULD HIGHLY RECOMMEND.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 29, 2011

    Classic

    Great if you like adventure and classics!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 2, 2012

    Great book bad copy

    I read this book when i was a girl and thought it was amazing so naturaly when i found that it was in the nook store for free but this copy has many typos and is hard to read

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  • Posted December 20, 2011

    Wonderful book

    I really enjoyed reading this book. The author did a great job of developing the characters over the years and I enjoyed watching them grow. I wish there was a sequal so I can find out what happens next. I also felt like I had a better understanding of early 1900's after I finished the book. I highly recommend this book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 19, 2011

    wonderful nostalgic read...makes you want to hunt moths

    After reading some dark, compelling books by Laura Lippman I bought and reread this book to calm myself down. A much-loved book as a girl, this book takes you back to a much simpler time. The story makes you want to see the beautiful moths described in the book and you root for the girl who starts out with nothing, including a bitter mother who resents the daughter for living.

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  • Posted December 19, 2011

    Great Book!

    I never write reviews and I read a lot of books.............this one is awesome and I will definitely re-read.

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  • Posted December 18, 2011

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    Neat example of an old fashioned book

    When I read "A Girl of the Limberlost," I did not know it was published in 1909. But I wondered after a few chapters because the writing reminded me of books such as Little Women and Anne of Green Gables, even The Secret Garden.
    The heroine lives with her mother, who does not love her because she associates the girl with her father's death. She is very poor, lives a rough life, but loves the woods and swamp around her. Eventually, though force of personality and good heartedness, she earns the trust and affection of even the snobbiest girls at school, and grows up into a strong and fair minded young woman. The path to this is interesting and not easy, so I won't spoil any more of it.

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  • Posted December 18, 2011

    Highly Recommended

    Everyone will enjoy this book. Gene's knowledge and explanation of events makes page turning easy and something you want to do to find out what happens.

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