Sewell Ford

Dieses klassische Buch wurde urspr nglich vor Jahrzehnten ver ffentlicht als Odd Numbers Being Further Chronicles of Shorty McCabe . Es wurde jetzt von Writat f r seine deutschsprachigen Leser ins Deutsche bersetzt. Bei Writat liegt uns die Bewahrung des literarischen Erbes der Vergangenheit sehr am Herzen. Wir haben dieses Buch ins Deutsche bersetzt, damit es heutige und zuk nftige Generationen lesen und bewahren k nnen.

Ce livre classique a t initialement publi il y a des d cennies sous le titre "" Odd Numbers Being Further Chronicles of Shorty McCabe . Il a maintenant t traduit par Writat en langue fran aise pour leurs lecteurs francophones. Chez Writat, nous sommes passionn s par la pr servation du patrimoine litt raire du pass . Nous avons traduit ce livre en fran ais afin que les g n rations pr sentes et futures puissent le lire et le conserver.

Reproduction of the original: Side-stepping with Shorty by Sewell Ford

Reproduction of the original: Shorty McCabe by Sewell Ford

Reproduction of the original: Torchy and Vee by Sewell Ford

Reproduction of the original: Shorty McCabe On the Job by Sewell Ford

Reproduction of the original: Horses Nine by Sewell Ford

Reproduction of the original: Torchy As a Pa by Sewell Ford

Reproduction of the original: Side-stepping with Shorty by Sewell Ford

Reproduction of the original: Horses Nine by Sewell Ford

Reproduction of the original: Shorty McCabe On the Job by Sewell Ford

Reproduction of the original: Shorty McCabe by Sewell Ford

Reproduction of the original: Torchy As A Pa by Sewell Ford

Reproduction of the original: Torchy and Vee by Sewell Ford

BORN to the tight trace and bred for the long haul was Jerry. So there was no nonsense about him. From square, honest muzzle to solid rump he was soundly built, fashioned for work and for nothing else. Yet, when he was first hooked into Mr. P. Dolan's new single truck, a vehicle as substantially built as Jerry himself, the turnout was one in which pride might be taken. Mr. P. Dolan, although little given to vain thoughts, certainly viewed it with satisfaction. As for the truck, it was the best that money could buy. Mr. P. Dolan had seen it at the factory before the paint and varnish had gone on.

AT the age of six Skipper went on the force. Clean of limb and sound of wind he was, with not a blemish from the tip of his black tail to the end of his crinkly forelock. He had been broken to saddle by a Green Mountain boy who knew more of horse nature than of the trashy things writ in books. He gave Skipper kind words and an occasional friendly pat on the flank. So Skipper's disposition was sweet and his nature a trusting one.