Portent, The: A Story of the Inner Vision of the Highlanders, Commonly Called The Second Sight by MacDonald, George - 1871

Harper & Row, 1979-01-01. Hardcover. Good. 1.0000 8.1000 5.6000.

Harper & Row, 1979-01-01. Hardcover. Good. 1.0000 8.1000 5.6000. light amount of wear along the edges of the cover of the book

Harper & Row, 1979-01-01. Hardcover. Good. 1.0000 8.1000 5.6000.

Harper & Row, 1979. Book. Near Fine. Hardcover. 1st Edition. Name inked out. A couple small chips to jacket. price-clipped. .

Harper & Row, 1979-01-01. Hardcover. Very Good. Hardcover. Very Good / Very Good dust jacket. Tight binding. Clear text. Free of any markings and no writings inside. For any additional information or pictures, please inquire.

MP3 Audio CD. The Portent Chapter I My Boyhood. My father belonged to the widespread family of the Campbells, and possessed a small landed property in the north of Argyll. But although of long descent and high connection, he was no richer than many a farmer of a few hundred acres. For, with the exception of a narrow belt of arable land at its foot, a bare hill formed almost the whole of his possessions. The sheep ate over it, and no doubt found it good; I bounded and climbed all over it, and thought it a kingdom. From my very childhood, I had rejoiced in being alone. The sense of room about me had been one of my greatest delights. Hence, when my thoughts go back to those old years, it is not the house, nor the family room, nor that in which I slept, that first of all rises before my inward vision, but that desolate hill, the top of which was only a wide expanse of moorland, rugged with height and hollow, and dangerous with deep, dark pools, but in many portions purple with large-belled heather,… Read More

MP3 Audio CD. The Portent Chapter I My Boyhood. My father belonged to the widespread family of the Campbells, and possessed a small landed property in the north of Argyll. But although of long descent and high connection, he was no richer than many a farmer of a few hundred acres. For, with the exception of a narrow belt of arable land at its foot, a bare hill formed almost the whole of his possessions. The sheep ate over it, and no doubt found it good; I bounded and climbed all over it, and thought it a kingdom. From my very childhood, I had rejoiced in being alone. The sense of room about me had been one of my greatest delights. Hence, when my thoughts go back to those old years, it is not the house, nor the family room, nor that in which I slept, that first of all rises before my inward vision, but that desolate hill, the top of which was only a wide expanse of moorland, rugged with height and hollow, and dangerous with deep, dark pools, but in many portions purple with large-belled heather,… Read More

Kessinger Publishing, 2004-06. Paperback. Good.

Independently published, 2018. Paperback. New. 155 pages. 9.00x6.00x0.39 inches.

Paperback / softback. New.