Gene Stratton-Porter was an American author and naturalist. Stratton-Porter's best known works are A Girl of the Limberlost and Freckles. A Girl of the Limberlost is the sequel to Freckles and is considered a classic book of Indiana literature.
Gene Stratton-Porter was an American author and naturalist. Stratton-Porter's best known works are A Girl of the Limberlost and Freckles. A Girl of th...
Gene Stratton-Porter was an American author and naturalist. Stratton-Porter's best known works are Freckles and A Girl of the Limberlost. The novel Freckles is set in the Limberlost Swamp area of Indiana. The story is about an orphaned boy who becomes known only as "Freckles."
Gene Stratton-Porter was an American author and naturalist. Stratton-Porter's best known works are Freckles and A Girl of the Limberlost. The novel Fr...
This volume collects three of Gene Stratton-Porter's most loved novels, capturing her sensibility. -Freckles- and its sequel-A Girl of the Limberlost- are wholesome romances, not without sadness, set in Stratton-Porter's beloved Limberlost Swamp. -Laddie: A True Blue Story- is a semi-autobiographical childhood story.
This volume collects three of Gene Stratton-Porter's most loved novels, capturing her sensibility. -Freckles- and its sequel-A Girl of the Limberlost-...
Elnora Comstock, have you lost your senses?" demanded the angry voice of Katharine Comstock while 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 Comstock, have you lost your senses?" demanded the angry voice of Katharine Comstock while she glared at her daughter. "Why mother " faltered t...
Freckles came down the corduroy that crosses the lower end of the Limberlost. At a glance he might have been mistaken for a tramp, but he was truly seeking work. He was intensely eager to belong somewhere and to be attached to almost any enterprise that would furnish him food and clothing.
Freckles came down the corduroy that crosses the lower end of the Limberlost. At a glance he might have been mistaken for a tramp, but he was truly se...
Gene Stratton-Porter was an American author and naturalist. Porter was also one of the first women to make a movie studio and a couple of her novels have been turned into movies multiple times.
Gene Stratton-Porter was an American author and naturalist. Porter was also one of the first women to make a movie studio and a couple of her novels h...
Gene Stratton-Porter was an American author and naturalist. Porter was also one of the first women to make a movie studio and a couple of her novels have been turned into movies multiple times.
Gene Stratton-Porter was an American author and naturalist. Porter was also one of the first women to make a movie studio and a couple of her novels h...
Gene Stratton-Porter was an American author and naturalist. Porter was also one of the first women to make a movie studio and a couple of her novels have been turned into movies multiple times.
Gene Stratton-Porter was an American author and naturalist. Porter was also one of the first women to make a movie studio and a couple of her novels h...
Bel, come here " The Harvester sat in the hollow worn in the hewed log stoop by the feet of his father and mother and his own sturdier tread, and rested his head against the casing of the cabin door when he gave the command. The tip of the dog's nose touched the gravel between his paws as he crouched flat on earth, with beautiful eyes steadily watching the master, but he did not move a muscle. "Bel, come here " Twinkles flashed in the eyes of the man when he repeated the order, while his voice grew more imperative as he stretched a lean, wiry hand toward the dog. The animal's eyes gleamed and...
Bel, come here " The Harvester sat in the hollow worn in the hewed log stoop by the feet of his father and mother and his own sturdier tread, and rest...
