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The World's Great Snare (Classic Reprint)

The World's Great Snare (Classic Reprint)

by E. Phillips Oppenheim
     
 

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"At last!" muttered Mr. James Hamilton, opening his eyes and sitting upright on the floor. "Get up, you chaps! D'ye hear? Get up!"

No one stirred. As a matter of fact, neither of the other two men was awake. With a final yawn the speaker stretched himself out and staggered to his feet. Then he threw himself upon a rude wooden

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Excerpt from The World's Great Snare

"At last!" muttered Mr. James Hamilton, opening his eyes and sitting upright on the floor. "Get up, you chaps! D'ye hear? Get up!"

No one stirred. As a matter of fact, neither of the other two men was awake. With a final yawn the speaker stretched himself out and staggered to his feet. Then he threw himself upon a rude wooden bench, picked up the stump of a corn-cob pipe, which lay upon the ground, and smoked, with his elbows resting upon the empty window-frame, and his head stretched as far as possible outside. The dull stolidity of his features was quickened for the moment into the semblance of eagerness. He was waiting to inhale the faint quivering breeze which was stealing down from the hills.

"At last!" he growled, with his eyes, dim and bloodshot, turned towards the western sky. "What a scorching day! There she goes, and good riddance to her!"

The rim of a red, burning sun had touched at last the highest peak of a low range of pine-topped hills crawling around the base of the Sierras. All day long, the heat in the valley and across that level stretch of rocky, broken country lying eastwards, had scorched the earth, dried up the water-courses, and very nearly turned the brains of those few dwellers around the banks of the Blue River. Work had been given up as a thing impossible. Down below, where, around the bed of the old river, a score or so of gold claims had been staked out by a little band of eager workers, reigned a deep, absolute stillness. Pickaxes, washers, pans, and all sorts of mining tools were lying about unused. Not a man had dared to breathe the burning heat and stifling air of the valley. Apart, they might have been borne for a brief while, at any rate; together, they meant fever, deadly and virulent.

After a while, Mr. James Hamilton withdrew his head from the window-frame, and cast a grim look into the interior of the shanty.

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Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781330368817
Publisher:
FB &c Ltd
Publication date:
06/25/2015
Pages:
262
Product dimensions:
6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.55(d)

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