3 edition of Far away and long ago found in the catalog.
Master microform held by: ResP.Microfilm. Woodbridge, Conn. : Research Publications, 197-. 1 microfilm reel ; 35 mm. (Wright American fiction ; v. 3 (1876-1900), reel K-4, no. 3073).
|The Physical Object|
|Pagination||xvi, 52 p. :|
|Number of Pages||47|
|2||Wright American fiction -- v. 3 (1876-1900), reel K-4, no. 3073.|
|3||Leisure hour series -- no. 225.|
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Her slippers have been divided in such a fashion that her huge toe and the one subsequent to it went on one aspect and the opposite three toes on the opposite aspect.
It is also an interesting insight into settler life in rural Argentina of the 1840s and 50s and has some similarities to Gerald Durrell's 'My family and other animals', being an account of the life of a growing boy who has a p I have a faint recollection of reading this book, or a shortened version, years ago at school. I do have a photograph album of black and white footage that includes the sights of Hong Kong, Shanghai, Yokohama, Honolulu, San Pedro, and the passage by means of the Panama Canal.
The more I read, the more I thought he had something interesting and insightful to say, and I'm glad I persisted.
Overall, it was interesting enough to continue through the entire book. The strangeness of the world is never-ending, particularly in the memoirs of those who have long ago left us. This audio book was read by multiple readers.
Delivered as the story of one's boyhood, it is not until after finishing the book and reading the preface, one reflects and Hudson's genius comes to light.
It is his biography of his early years on the pampas south of Buenos Aires. I probably would have given him a four if he had done so ha An absolutely beautiful memory of childhood, growing up in the Pampas of Argentina in the 19th century. Ready on the platform on the prepare station, stamping his toes within the brisk November air was Maurice Murphy, H.
Even in the author's time, he noted how, in just the space between his birth and adulthood, how many species had been hunted to extinction, or driven out of habitat, something relatively rare to read about in the era he was writing.
It could not have been what it seems to the adult mind, since we cannot escape from what we are, however great our detachment may be; and in going back we must take our present selves with us: the mind has taken a different colour, and this is thrown back upon our past.
And this was over a century ago.