Knygos.lt nariams
Knygos.lt nariams
- Išsiųsime per 12–18 d.d.
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- Autorius: James Oliver Curwood
- Leidėjas: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- Metai: 2017
- Puslapiai: 186
- ISBN-10: 1544624336
- ISBN-13: 9781544624334
- Formatas: 15.2 x 22.9 x 1 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Kalba: Anglų
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He felt like a boy, and he chuckled as he thought of the definite reason for it. For twenty-three months he had been like a piece of rubber stretched to a tension-sometimes almost to the snapping point. Now had come the reaction, and he was going HOME. Home! It was that one word that caused a shadow to flit over his face, and only once or twice had he forgotten and let it slip between his lips. At least he was returning to civilization-getting AWAY from the everlasting drone of breaking ice and the clack-clack tongue of the Eskimo. With the stub of a pencil Philip had figured out on a bit of paper about where he was that morning. The whalebone hut of his last Arctic camp was eight hundred miles due north. Fort Churchill, over on Hudson's Bay, was four hundred miles to the east, and Fort Resolution, on the Great Slave, was four hundred miles to the west.
- Autorius: James Oliver Curwood
- Leidėjas: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- Metai: 2017
- Puslapiai: 186
- ISBN-10: 1544624336
- ISBN-13: 9781544624334
- Formatas: 15.2 x 22.9 x 1 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Kalba: Anglų
He felt like a boy, and he chuckled as he thought of the definite reason for it. For twenty-three months he had been like a piece of rubber stretched to a tension-sometimes almost to the snapping point. Now had come the reaction, and he was going HOME. Home! It was that one word that caused a shadow to flit over his face, and only once or twice had he forgotten and let it slip between his lips. At least he was returning to civilization-getting AWAY from the everlasting drone of breaking ice and the clack-clack tongue of the Eskimo. With the stub of a pencil Philip had figured out on a bit of paper about where he was that morning. The whalebone hut of his last Arctic camp was eight hundred miles due north. Fort Churchill, over on Hudson's Bay, was four hundred miles to the east, and Fort Resolution, on the Great Slave, was four hundred miles to the west.
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