Beyond the Frontier A Romance of Early Days in the Middle West

pubOne.info thank you for your continued support and wish to present you this new edition. It was early autumn, for the clusters of grapes above me were already purple, and the forest leaves were tinged with red. And yet the air was soft, and the golden bars of sun flickered down on the work in my lap through the laced branches of the trellis. The work was but a pretense, for I had fled the house ...