Pasayten Pete is an obscure north Cascades legend. As a boy growing up in the Methow Valley, Graydon Williams heard tell that Pasayten Pete was a hermit, a lost prospector, or even a creature not-human and not-animal. No one claimed to have seen him or knew anyone who had seen him, but everyone seemed to believe there was something to the legend. Graydon lived the real story.
Armed with only his wits and his cunning, one man recklessly defies the French revolutionaries and rescues scores of innocent men, women, and children from the deadly guillotine. His friends and foes know him only as the Scarlet Pimpernel. But the ruthless French agent Chauve
While Quartermain visits Lord Randall, two foreigners come asking for Allan Quartermain by the name he used among the Africans. Harut and Marut, priests and doctors of the White Kendah People and they have come to ask Allan Quartermain for his help. The White Kendah people are at war with the Black Kendah people who have an evil spirit for a god. And that spirit of the god resides in the largest elephant they have ever seen, an elephant that no man can kill -- save Allan Quartermain.
Ever wonder what happened between books 2 and 3? So did I. Janice is telling this story as she and Bennie travel about the country about ten years after the Day.
A Rivers Region Story Farmers lives are ruled by the land they work and nature's cycles. James is the son of a farmer who's orphaned by a bushfire. He continues to live with his father's old boss, but knows he has to make his own way in life after school. Life has it's ups and downs, and many challenges for James. He leaves the farm for the Australian Army, but ends up back as a farm worker due to combat wounds. Join James as he meets many challenges and changes in his life. / (Reviews)
Sequel to "The Prisoner of Zenda" by Anthony Hope: "A man who has lived in the world, marking how every act, although in itself perhaps light and insignificant, may become the source of consequences that spread far and wide, and flow for years or centuries, could scarcely feel secure in reckoning that with the death of the Duke of Strelsau and the restoration of King Rudolf to liberty and his throne, there would end, for good and all, the troubles born of Black Michael's daring conspiracy.
This tale is based on a personal trip in 1969, when I hitch-hiked from Sydney to Perth, some 3,000 miles. This, in the middle of a very hot Australian summer. The main road, a lot of it unsealed at that time, runs across the Nullarbor Plain, a desolate land inhabited mainly by kangaroos, with a few small settlements along the way. I must have been mad, but I did actually complete the journey, taking only 3-and-a-half days. The latter portion of the story is fiction, but the majority is true.