On the outskirts of the ancient town of Ribe, on the Danish north seacoast, a wooden bridge spanned the Nibs River when I was a boy-a frail structure, with twin arches like the humps of a dromedary, for boats to go under. Upon it my story begins. The bridge is long since gone. The grass-grown lane that knew our romping feet leads nowhere now. But in my memory it is all as it was that day nearly forty years ago, and it is always summer there. The bees are droning among the forget-me-nots that grow along shore, and the swans ...
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On the outskirts of the ancient town of Ribe, on the Danish north seacoast, a wooden bridge spanned the Nibs River when I was a boy-a frail structure, with twin arches like the humps of a dromedary, for boats to go under. Upon it my story begins. The bridge is long since gone. The grass-grown lane that knew our romping feet leads nowhere now. But in my memory it is all as it was that day nearly forty years ago, and it is always summer there. The bees are droning among the forget-me-nots that grow along shore, and the swans arch their necks in the limpid stream. The clatter of the mill-wheel down at the dam comes up with drowsy hum; the sweet smells of meadow and field are in the air. On the bridge a boy and a girl have met. He whistles a tune, boy-fashion, with worsted jacket slung across his arm, on his way home from the carpenter shop to his midday meal. When she has passed he stands looking after her, all the music gone out of him. At the other end of the bridge she turns with the feeling that he is looking, and, when she sees that he is, goes on with a little toss of her pretty head. As she stands one brief moment there with the roguish look, she is to stand in his heart forever-a sweet girlish figure, in jacket of gray, black-embroidered, with schoolbooks and pretty bronzed boots- "With tassels!" says my wife, maliciously-she has been looking over my shoulder. Well, with tassels! What then? Did I not worship a pair of boots with tassels which I passed in a shop window in Copenhagen every day for a whole year, because they were the only other pair I ever saw? I don't know-there may have been more; perhaps others wore them. I know she did. Curls she had, too-curls of yellow gold. Why do girls not have curls these days? It is such a rare thing to see them, that when you do you feel like walking behind them miles and miles just to feast your eyes. Too much bother, says my daughter. Bother? Why, I have carried one of your mother's, miss! all these-there, I shall not say how long-and carry it still. Bother? Great Scott!
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Early 1970 Macmillan Hardcover edition** Ex library, Hardcover copy is in good, solid, c ondition, DJ is nice under mylar, cool cover art, unmarked text, a good copy. We take great pride in accurately describing the condition of our books and media, ship within 48 hours, and offer a 100% money back guarantee. Customers purchasing more than one item from us may be entitled to a shipping discount.
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Fair. Uneven sunning to boards and spine. 1.5-2.5 inch piece clipped out of head of front endpaper. A worn but charming, sturdy, reading copy. From Macmillan's "Modern Reader Series". A classic of the "American experience", by one of the most influential social journalists of the times.
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Very Good minus. Originally published in 1901 by Macmillan. Octavo, 8" tall, 443 pages with intertextual illustration, stiff illustrated wraps. A very good minus, generally clean, sturdy soft cover with minor shelf wear, light exterior soiling, binding tight, but paper lightly yellowed. An excellent reading copy.
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Good+ No Jacket. 8vo-over 7¾"-9¾" tall. The MacMillan Co., 1904, later printing, 8vo, 443 pages, illustrations. Hardcover edition, no dust jacket, some edgewear along spine top, else good+ condition.
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Fair. No dust jacket. Ex-library. Signed by previous owner. ex school library book-title page loose in book. xvi, 443 p. illus., plates, ports. 19 cm. Includes: Illustrations, Portraits, Plates. New ed. with numerous illustrations and an introduction by Theodore Roosevelt. "The papers which form this autobiography were originally published in The Outlook, the chapter telling of my going 'home to mother' in The Churchman, and parts of one or two others in The Century Magazine."--p. [vii]