The Harbor by Poole, Ernest - 1957

Penguin Publishing Group. Used - Good. Former library book; may include library markings. Used book that is in clean, average condition without any missing pages.

Penguin Publishing Group. Used - Good. Used book that is in clean, average condition without any missing pages.

Grosset & Dunlap, 1916. Hardcover. Acceptable. Hardcover. No DJ. Ex-Library with usual markings. Text unmarked with minimal page-turn soiling marks. Covers show edge wear with rubbing/scuffing and soiling. bumped corners. Spine edge wear. Binding loosening slightly but still intact. Heavily used but pages still quite legible/readable.; 100% Satisfaction Guaranteed! Ships same or next business day!

Penguin Publishing Group, 2011. Paperback. Good. Disclaimer:A copy that has been read, but remains in clean condition. All pages are intact, and the cover is intact. The spine may show signs of wear. Pages can include limited notes and highlighting, and the copy can include previous owner inscriptions. An ex-library book and may have standard library stamps and/or stickers. At ThriftBooks, our motto is: Read More, Spend Less.Dust jacket quality is not guaranteed.

Sagamore Press. Used - Good. Good condition. Stamped on endpage.

MP3 Audio CD. 14.99 by Poole, Ernest, 1880-1950

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The Macmillan Company, 1915-01-01. Hardcover. Good. Good. No dust jacket. g solid tight book

New York: The Macmillan Company, 1925. Hardcover. Fair. The Macmillan Co., 1925. Hardcover. 4 ½” X 5 ¾”. Ex-library edition with school board stamp on pastedown fep. Brown cloth boards with blind stamp title and decoration. Title is faded.Rubbing at corners and chipping to cloth around edges. Brown cloth color is fading to white in places from shelfwear. Spine roll. Pencil marks on fep. Binding is coming loose, some pages are very loosely held together. Expected age-tanning to pages. An exceedingly unique little book in which Macmillan packaged Ernest Poole’s first published novel about working class rights into an edition specifically made for high school readers. Fiction

MP3 Audio CD. CHAPTER I "You chump," I thought contemptuously. I was seven years old at the time, and the gentleman to whom I referred was Henry Ward Beecher. What it was that aroused my contempt for the man will be more fully understood if I tell first of the grudge that I bore him. I was sitting in my mother's pew in the old church in Brooklyn. I was altogether too small for the pew, it was much too wide for the bend at my knees; and my legs, which were very short and fat, stuck straight out before me. I was not allowed to move, I was most uncomfortable, and for this Sabbath torture I laid all the blame on the preacher. For my mother had once told me that I was brought to church so small in order that when I grew up I could say I had heard the great man preach before he died. Hence the deep grudge that I bore him. Sitting here this morning, it seemed to me for hours and hours, I had been meditating upon my hard lot. From time to time, as was my habit when thinking or feeling deeply, one hand would… Read More

MP3 Audio CD. CHAPTER I "You chump," I thought contemptuously. I was seven years old at the time, and the gentleman to whom I referred was Henry Ward Beecher. What it was that aroused my contempt for the man will be more fully understood if I tell first of the grudge that I bore him. I was sitting in my mother's pew in the old church in Brooklyn. I was altogether too small for the pew, it was much too wide for the bend at my knees; and my legs, which were very short and fat, stuck straight out before me. I was not allowed to move, I was most uncomfortable, and for this Sabbath torture I laid all the blame on the preacher. For my mother had once told me that I was brought to church so small in order that when I grew up I could say I had heard the great man preach before he died. Hence the deep grudge that I bore him. Sitting here this morning, it seemed to me for hours and hours, I had been meditating upon my hard lot. From time to time, as was my habit when thinking or feeling deeply, one hand would… Read More