Publisher Description

It was autumn, one of those balmy Indian summer days which, if the eyes were closed, would remind you of Andalusia when the orange trees put forth their blossoms with the matured fruit still clinging to their boughs, burying its golden ripeness among cool, green leaves, and buds of fragrant snow. Still, save in the delicious atmosphere that autumnal sunset would not have reminded you of any land but our own. For what other climate ever gave the white wings of the frost the power to scatter that rich combination of red, green, gold and dusky purple upon a thousand forests in a single night.

GENRE
Fiction & Literature
RELEASED
1886
January 1
LANGUAGE
EN
English
LENGTH
540
Pages
PUBLISHER
Public Domain
SIZE
462.7
KB

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