Oliver WiswellDoubleday, Doran, Incorporated, 1940 - 834ÆäÀÌÁö "The background for this novel of the American Revolution is Boston, New York, Paris, Kentucky, and South Carolina. The story is told by Oliver Wiswell, New Englander, who is loyal to the mother country. 'The present novel, which is history for all its fictional form, will startle every man, woman and child who has been taught to believe that the American Revolution was fought and won by bands of angels. It is, in short, the Revolution as seen by men whom the Revolutionary fathers called Tories and who called themselves Loyalists. In it all the bitterness of a horrible civil war is powerfully and dramatically brought back to live.'" N Y Times. |
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... Hill , expecting each moment to see spread before me the distant twinkling lights on Brush Hill and Milton Hill , and beyond them the rising triple wave of golden pin points that meant Boston , when my mare threw up her head and shied ...
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... hill was astir . From where I was , the swarming in- truders upon the peace of that hill looked like sheep , seen from a distant height , crowding along the fence that encloses them , or huddling in corners . From the river , halfway ...
... hill was astir . From where I was , the swarming in- truders upon the peace of that hill looked like sheep , seen from a distant height , crowding along the fence that encloses them , or huddling in corners . From the river , halfway ...
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... Hill and Milton Hill . I could even see on Milton Hill a tiny pale patch that was our house ; and to the right of it , near the dark row of poplars beside which Sally Leighton and I had sat eleven months ago , I imagined I could see a ...
... Hill and Milton Hill . I could even see on Milton Hill a tiny pale patch that was our house ; and to the right of it , near the dark row of poplars beside which Sally Leighton and I had sat eleven months ago , I imagined I could see a ...
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