Excerpt from The Dawn, 1921, Vol. 1 Have a heart And not expect Too much from An Infant But As Large trees From small acorns Grow, So, With the ripening Of the coming years I hope to grow And Take my place Along with Other college annuals. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Excerpt from Dawn, Vol. 1 of 3 You lie; you always were a liar, and you always will be a liar. You told my father how I spent the money.' About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Excerpt from The Castle of Dawn, Vol. 1 Should you glance from your car window at the proper point on the great plains of North Dakota, a giant tree with no others Within miles of it may attract your attention, and should the porter be versed in the lore of that section, he would tell you how on one winter's day a man was hanged there because it was alleged that he had stolen a horse. His protestations were vain. It was too cold to bother with a prisoner when a tree was so temptingly near, and so his lifeless body was found dangling, half an hour later, by a man who had ridden hard to inform the posse that, after all, the horse had not been stolen. Had a bird not dropped a seed there long years before, there would have been no tree and a man's life would not have gone out in injustice. Such is the power of trivialities. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Excerpt from Dawn and Twilight, Vol. 1: A Tale In a few moments an old bell from one of the tur rets rings out its morning salutation, as it had rung for so many years, the time-piece of the neighbour hood; and ere its loud and somewhat cracked song is ended, the bright face is gone, and the little dog too, with a few sharp and indignant barks at the bell for presuming to make more noise than he could. We will take one look round the room before we go in pursuit of the dog and his mistress, for it has a very inviting appearance. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Excerpt from Dawn, Vol. 3 of 3 A few days after the dinner at the Quinta Carr, the Bellamys' visit to Madeira drew to a close. On the evening before their departure, Arthur volunteered to take Lady Bellamy down to the parade to hear the band play. After they had walked about awhile under the shade of the magnolia-trees, which were starred all over with creamy cups of bloom, and sufficiently inspect ed the gay throng of Portuguese inhabitants and English visitors, made gayer still by the amazingly gorgeous uniforms of the officials, Arthur spied two chairs in a comparatively quiet corner, and, suggested that they should sit down. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Excerpt from The Dawn in Britain, Vol. 1 Now, after sundered from the Continent This Isle lay empty, a land of cloud and frost, And forest of wild beasts till creeping time Brought man's kin forth. Then Fathers of the World, Begate the nations. Last few fisher folk, Passed, driven by tempest, from the Mainland's coast. They feeble of stature, clad in fells of beasts (whose weapons, in their hands, were sharp flint stones, ) The river strands possessed, and wild salt shores. To them were holes, delved underground, for bowers Trees were and streams and hills and stars, their gods. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.