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قراءة كتاب A Summer in a Canyon: A California Story
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A Summer in a Canyon: A California Story
A Summer in a Cañon
A CALIFORNIA STORY: By
KATE DOUGLAS WIGGIN
GAY AND HANCOCK, LTD.
12 AND 13 HENRIETTA STREET, COVENT GARDEN
LONDON
1914
All rights reserved
Popular Edition 1914
Reprinted 1914
CONTENTS
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CHAPTER I |
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Preparation and Departure |
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CHAPTER II |
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The Journey |
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CHAPTER III |
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Life in the Cañon—The Heir Apparent Loses Himself |
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CHAPTER IV |
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Rhyme and Reason |
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CHAPTER V |
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The Forest of Arden—Good News |
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CHAPTER VI |
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Queen Elsie visits the Court |
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CHAPTER VII |
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Polly’s Birthday: First Half in which She Rejoices at the mere fact of her Existence |
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CHAPTER VIII |
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Polly’s Birthday: Second Half |
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CHAPTER IX |
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Round the Camp-Fire |
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CHAPTER X |
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More Camp-Fire Stories |
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CHAPTER XI |
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Breaking Camp |
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Scene: A Camping Ground in the Cañon Las Flores.
PEOPLE IN THE TENTS.
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Dr. Paul Winship |
Mine Host. |
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Mrs. Truth Winship |
The Guardian Angel. |
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Dicky Winship |
A Small Scamp of Six Years. |
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Bell Winship |
The Camp Poetess. |
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Polly Oliver |
A Sweet but Saucy Lass. |
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Margery Noble |
A Nut-Brown Mayde. |
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Philip Noble |
The Useful Member. |
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Geoffrey Strong |
A Harvard Boy. |
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Jack Howard |
Prince of Mischief. |
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Hop Yet |
A Heathen Chinee. |
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Pancho Gutierrez |
A Mexican man-of-all-work. |
CHAPTER I
PREPARATION AND DEPARTURE
‘One to make ready, and two to prepare.’
It was nine o’clock one sunny California morning, and Geoffrey Strong stood under the live-oak trees in Las Flores Cañon, with a pot of black paint in one hand and a huge brush in the other. He could have handled these implements to better purpose and with better grace had not his arms been firmly held by three laughing girls, who pulled not wisely, but too well. He was further incommoded by the presence of a small urchin who lay on the dusty ground beneath his feet, fastening an upward clutch on the legs of his trousers.
There were three large canvas tents directly in front of them, yet no one of these seemed to be the object of dissension, but rather a redwood board, some three feet in length, which was nailed on a tree near by.
‘Camp Frolic! Please let us name it Camp Frolic!’ cried Bell Winship, with a persuasive twitch of her cousin’s sleeve.
‘No, no; not Camp Frolic,’ pleaded Polly Oliver. ‘Pray, pray let us have Camp Ha-Ha; my heart is set upon it.’