Con Of Misty Mountain Classic Reprint

Excerpt from Con of Misty Mountain It was Christmas Eve, but Con knew nothing of such blessed festivals. Neither Old Bill, hoary sinner that he was, nor his boys kept account of them; and poor old Mother Moll's memory had been seared into dull forgetfulness by years of sorrow and toil. But though no stocking nor tree nor gift, nor any of the holier blessings that these earthly joys typify, had a place in Con's thoughts, he was vaguely conscious of a pleasant thrill as he lay back upon the snow, his yellow head cushioned in his sturdy clasped hands. Perhaps it was the thought of a rabbit stew for dinner, or the warmth of the winter sunbeams caught on this cleft of the mountain, or the cheery glimpse of berry and vine clinging to the rocks above, where, screened by the beetling cliffs. 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.