Old Caravan Days is a book written by Mary Hartwell Catherwood, an American author known for her historical fiction. The book is a collection of short stories that revolve around the concept of caravans, which were a common mode of transportation in the past. The stories are set in different parts of the world and follow the adventures of various characters who travel in caravans. The book features tales of romance, adventure, and mystery, all set against the backdrop of the caravan lifestyle. The stories are rich in detail ...
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Old Caravan Days is a book written by Mary Hartwell Catherwood, an American author known for her historical fiction. The book is a collection of short stories that revolve around the concept of caravans, which were a common mode of transportation in the past. The stories are set in different parts of the world and follow the adventures of various characters who travel in caravans. The book features tales of romance, adventure, and mystery, all set against the backdrop of the caravan lifestyle. The stories are rich in detail and provide a glimpse into the customs, traditions, and daily life of people who lived during the era of caravans. One of the standout features of Old Caravan Days is the vivid descriptions of the landscapes and settings that the characters encounter during their travels. From the deserts of Arabia to the rugged mountains of the American West, the book takes readers on a journey through different parts of the world. Overall, Old Caravan Days is a captivating collection of stories that offers a unique perspective on a bygone era. It is a must-read for anyone interested in historical fiction, adventure, and travel.Robert Day crept out of the carriage, having with him the oil-cloth apron and a plan. Four long sticks were not hard to find, or to sharpen with his pocket knife, and a few knocks drove them into the soft earth, two on each side of a log near the fire. He then stretched the oil-cloth over the sticks, tying the corners, and had a canopied throne in the midst of this lively camp. A chunk served for a footstool. Bobaday sat upon his log, hearing the rain slide down, and feeling exceedingly snug. His delight came from that wild instinct with which we all turn to arbors and caves, and to unexpected grapevine bowers deep in the woods; the instinct which makes us love to stand upright inside of hollow sycamore-trees, and pretend that a green tunnel among the hazel or elderberry bushes is the entrance hall of a noble castle.This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.
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