: Gene Stratton-Porter
: A Girl of the Limberlost
: Seltzer Books
: 9781455317547
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: English
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According to Wikipedia: 'Gene Stratton-Porter (August 17, 1863 - December 6, 1924) was an American author, amateur naturalist, wildlife photographer, and one of the earliest women to form a movie studio and production company. She wrote some of the best selling novels and well-received columns in magazines of the day... She became a wildlife photographer, specializing in the birds and moths in one of the last of the vanishing wetlands of the lower Great Lakes Basin. The Limberlost and Wildflower Woods of northeastern Indiana were the laboratory and inspiration for her stories, novels, essays, photography, and movies. Although there is evidence that her first book was 'Strike at Shane's', which was published anonymously, her first attributed novel, The Song of the Cardinal met with great commercial success. Her novels Freckles and A Girl of the Limberlost are set in the wooded wetlands and swamps of the disappearing central Indiana ecosystems she loved and documented. She eventually wrote over 20 books. Although Stratton-Porter wanted to focus on nature books, it was her romantic novels that made her famous and generated the finances that allowed her to pursue her nature studies. She was an accomplished author, artist and photographer and is generally considered to be one of the first female authors to promulgate public positions - in her case, conserving the Limberlost Swamp.'

 CHAPTER VII   WHEREIN MRS. COMSTOCK MANIPULATES MARGARET AND BILLY ACQUIRES A RESIDENCE


 

 Saturday morning Elnora helped her mother with the work.  When she had finished Mrs. Comstock told her to go to Sintons' and wash her Indian relics, so that she would be ready to accompany Wesley to town in the afternoon.  Elnora hurried down the road and was soon at the cistern with a tub busily washing arrow points, stone axes, tubes, pipes, and skin-cleaning implements.

 

Then she went home, dressed and was waiting when the carriage reached the gate.  She stopped at the bank with the box, and Sinton went to do his marketing and some shopping for his wife.

 

At the dry goods store Mr. Brownlee called to him, "Hello, Sinton!  How do you like the fate of your lunch box?" Then he began to laugh--

 

"I always hate to see a man laughing alone," said Sinton.  It looks so selfish!  Tell me the fun, and let me help you."

 

Mr. Brownlee wiped his eyes.

 

"I supposed you knew, but I see she hasn't told."

 

Then the three days' history of the lunch box was repeated with particulars which included the dog.

 

"Now laugh!" concluded Mr. Brownlee.

 

"Blest if I see anything funny!"