Camp-Fire Girls in the Country or The Secret Aunt Hannah Forgot
by Stella M. Francis

Publication date 2012-01-25
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Topics librivox, audiobook, fiction, girls, series book, mystery, adventure, teen
LibriVox recording of CAMP-FIRE GIRLS IN THE COUNTRY OR THE SECRET AUNT HANNAH FORGOT, by STELLA M. FRANCIS. Read by Lee Ann Howlett.

Teen-ager Hazel Edwards and the other twelve members of the Flamingo Camp-Fire Girls experience some real adventure when they are invited to spend part of their summer as guests of Hazel’s elderly aunt on her large country farm. Mrs. Hannah Hutchins is a widow living alone with a few servants and farming assistants in her home in the midwestern town of Fairberry. The girls set up camp on a section of Aunt Hannah’s farm but, before too long, an incident occurs during the annual Fourth of July celebration in Fairberry. What happens will have far-reaching consequences for Hazel’s Aunt Hannah and the girls of Flamingo Camp Fire as they must use the skills they’ve gained to fend off desperate characters and help Aunt Hannah to ‘remember’ what she forgot. This book, Camp-Fire Girls in the Country or The Secret Aunt Hannah Forgot, is one of numerous books written about the Camp-Fire Girls and their experiences. (Summary by Lee Ann Howlett.)

chapter 1 of camp fire girls in the country or the secret aunt hannah forgot this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org recording by leanne howlett campfire girls in the country or the secret aunt hannah forgot by stella m francis chapter 1 a country town 4th of july it was the 4th of july throughout the western hemisphere and in all other portions of the earth were the midnight second of the third had ticked and passed it was emphatically the fourth in the united states including the eastern town of fairbury a municipality of some 3 500 inhabitants on this day there were considerably more than 3 500 men women and children in the place and the cosmopolitan gathering of country and town folk it was artisans merchants professional men farmers laborers and their wives and children or sweethearts it was a gala day for dress millinery chatter peanuts popcorn lemonade ice cream soda toy balloons bazoos and squawkers everything but firecrackers which had recently been legislated a national nuisance the gathering place for this great concourse of every kind and description of humanity inhabiting the town and the country round about was the public square and a typical public square it was in the first place it was truly square for it had been thus cited and staked by the original surveyor and along the lines thus staked representative businessmen and capitalists had constructed some 2000 feet front of store buildings which were occupied by the most cheerful aggregation of citizens in the town an explanation of this characterization of these citizens we must cynically observe that all of them had something to sell this square boasted of one skyscraper three stories high most of the other mercantile buildings were two stories high this skyscraper was the pride of the town a really well planned and well constructed building with pressed bricks south front and east side located on the northeast corner of the square the first national bank occupied the first floor of this building in the center of the square was the county courthouse sections of which were occupied by officials of the municipality in lieu of a city hall this building a massive turreted pressed brick and stone structure in the center of a neatly terraced lawn enclosed by a chain fence had the distinction of possessing a town clock tower that arose to a loftier height than the skyscraper and rivaled the methodist church steeple three blocks away as to loftiness above the sea level the church by the way stood on a...

Camp-Fire Girls in the Country or The Secret Aunt Hannah Forgot
by Stella M. Francis

Publication date 2012-01-25
Usage CC0 1.0 UniversalCreative Commons Licensezero
Topics librivox, audiobook, fiction, girls, series book, mystery, adventure, teen
LibriVox recording of CAMP-FIRE GIRLS IN THE COUNTRY OR THE SECRET AUNT HANNAH FORGOT, by STELLA M. FRANCIS. Read by Lee Ann Howlett.

Teen-ager Hazel Edwards and the other twelve members of the Flamingo Camp-Fire Girls experience some real adventure when they are invited to spend part of their summer as guests of Hazel’s elderly aunt on her large country farm. Mrs. Hannah Hutchins is a widow living alone with a few servants and farming assistants in her home in the midwestern town of Fairberry. The girls set up camp on a section of Aunt Hannah’s farm but, before too long, an incident occurs during the annual Fourth of July celebration in Fairberry. What happens will have far-reaching consequences for Hazel’s Aunt Hannah and the girls of Flamingo Camp Fire as they must use the skills they’ve gained to fend off desperate characters and help Aunt Hannah to ‘remember’ what she forgot. This book, Camp-Fire Girls in the Country or The Secret Aunt Hannah Forgot, is one of numerous books written about the Camp-Fire Girls and their experiences. (Summary by Lee Ann Howlett.)

chapter 1 of camp fire girls in the country or the secret aunt hannah forgot this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org recording by leanne howlett campfire girls in the country or the secret aunt hannah forgot by stella m francis chapter 1 a country town 4th of july it was the 4th of july throughout the western hemisphere and in all other portions of the earth were the midnight second of the third had ticked and passed it was emphatically the fourth in the united states including the eastern town of fairbury a municipality of some 3 500 inhabitants on this day there were considerably more than 3 500 men women and children in the place and the cosmopolitan gathering of country and town folk it was artisans merchants professional men farmers laborers and their wives and children or sweethearts it was a gala day for dress millinery chatter peanuts popcorn lemonade ice cream soda toy balloons bazoos and squawkers everything but firecrackers which had recently been legislated a national nuisance the gathering place for this great concourse of every kind and description of humanity inhabiting the town and the country round about was the public square and a typical public square it was in the first place it was truly square for it had been thus cited and staked by the original surveyor and along the lines thus staked representative businessmen and capitalists had constructed some 2000 feet front of store buildings which were occupied by the most cheerful aggregation of citizens in the town an explanation of this characterization of these citizens we must cynically observe that all of them had something to sell this square boasted of one skyscraper three stories high most of the other mercantile buildings were two stories high this skyscraper was the pride of the town a really well planned and well constructed building with pressed bricks south front and east side located on the northeast corner of the square the first national bank occupied the first floor of this building in the center of the square was the county courthouse sections of which were occupied by officials of the municipality in lieu of a city hall this building a massive turreted pressed brick and stone structure in the center of a neatly terraced lawn enclosed by a chain fence had the distinction of possessing a town clock tower that arose to a loftier height than the skyscraper and rivaled the methodist church steeple three blocks away as to loftiness above the sea level the church by the way stood on a...

The Flight of the Shadow
by George MacDonald

Publication date 2015-01-12
Usage Public Domain Mark 1.0Creative Commons Licensepublicdomain
Topics librivox, audiobooks,
LibriVox recording of The Flight of the Shadow by George MacDonald.
Read in English by Beth Thomas; Shay Davenport; Mike Pelton; AliceSparkle; Denise Nordell; Rosslyn Carlyle; Katie McGraw; Jenny Wallace; Tibbi Scott
A fantastical story of personal growth and a warning against the dangers of keeping secrets. This novel by George MacDonald is a deceptively easy read aimed to be accessible to teens, but the ideas will remain in your mind long afterwards. Beautifully written in the style of Gothic Novels of the nineteenth century, a story about relationships and redemption, secrets and confessions and an inspiring example of how to live in the light. - Summary by Beth Thomas
For further information, including links to online text, reader information, RSS feeds, CD cover or other formats (if available), please go to the LibriVox catalog page for this recording.

chapter 1 of the flight of the shadow this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org the flight of the shadow by george mcdonald chapter one mrs day begins the story i am old else i think i should not have the courage to tell the story i am going to tell all those concerned in it about whose feelings i am careful are gone where thank god there are no secrets if they know what i am doing i know they did not mind if they were alive to read as i record they might perhaps now and again look a little paler and wished the leaf turned but to see the things set down would not make them unhappy they do not love secrecy half the misery in the world comes from trying to look instead of trying to be what one is not i would that not god only but all good men and women might see me through and through they would not be pleased with everything they saw but then neither am i and i would have no coals of fire in my soul's pockets but my very nature would shudder at the thought of letting one person that loved a secret see into it such a one never sees things as they are would not indeed see what was there but something shaped and coloured after his own likeness no one who loves and chooses a secret can be of the pure in heart that shall see god yet how shall i tell even who i am which of us is other than a secret to all but god which of us can tell with poorest approximation what he or she is not to touch the mystery of life that one who is not myself has made me able to say i how little can any of us tell about even those ancestors whose names we know while yet the nature and still more the character of hundreds of them have shared in determining what i means every time one of us utters the word for myself i remember neither father nor mother nor one of their fathers or mothers how little then can i say as to what i am but i will tell as much as most of my readers if ever i have any will care to know i come of a long yeoman line of the name of witchcoat in scotland the witchcoats would have been called lairds in england they were not called squires repeatedly had younger sons of it risen to rank and honor and in several generations would his property have entitled the head of the family to rank as a squire but at the time when i began to be aware of existence the family possessions had dwindled to one large farm on which i found myself naturally while some of the family had risen others had sunk in the social scale and of the latter was miss martha moon far more to my life than can appear in my story i should imagine there are a few families in england covering a larger range of social difference in ours but i began to think the chief difficulty in writing a book must be to keep out what does not belong to it i may mention however my conviction that i owe many special...

The Flight of the Shadow
by George MacDonald

Publication date 2015-01-12
Usage Public Domain Mark 1.0Creative Commons Licensepublicdomain
Topics librivox, audiobooks,
LibriVox recording of The Flight of the Shadow by George MacDonald.
Read in English by Beth Thomas; Shay Davenport; Mike Pelton; AliceSparkle; Denise Nordell; Rosslyn Carlyle; Katie McGraw; Jenny Wallace; Tibbi Scott
A fantastical story of personal growth and a warning against the dangers of keeping secrets. This novel by George MacDonald is a deceptively easy read aimed to be accessible to teens, but the ideas will remain in your mind long afterwards. Beautifully written in the style of Gothic Novels of the nineteenth century, a story about relationships and redemption, secrets and confessions and an inspiring example of how to live in the light. - Summary by Beth Thomas
For further information, including links to online text, reader information, RSS feeds, CD cover or other formats (if available), please go to the LibriVox catalog page for this recording.

chapter 1 of the flight of the shadow this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org the flight of the shadow by george mcdonald chapter one mrs day begins the story i am old else i think i should not have the courage to tell the story i am going to tell all those concerned in it about whose feelings i am careful are gone where thank god there are no secrets if they know what i am doing i know they did not mind if they were alive to read as i record they might perhaps now and again look a little paler and wished the leaf turned but to see the things set down would not make them unhappy they do not love secrecy half the misery in the world comes from trying to look instead of trying to be what one is not i would that not god only but all good men and women might see me through and through they would not be pleased with everything they saw but then neither am i and i would have no coals of fire in my soul's pockets but my very nature would shudder at the thought of letting one person that loved a secret see into it such a one never sees things as they are would not indeed see what was there but something shaped and coloured after his own likeness no one who loves and chooses a secret can be of the pure in heart that shall see god yet how shall i tell even who i am which of us is other than a secret to all but god which of us can tell with poorest approximation what he or she is not to touch the mystery of life that one who is not myself has made me able to say i how little can any of us tell about even those ancestors whose names we know while yet the nature and still more the character of hundreds of them have shared in determining what i means every time one of us utters the word for myself i remember neither father nor mother nor one of their fathers or mothers how little then can i say as to what i am but i will tell as much as most of my readers if ever i have any will care to know i come of a long yeoman line of the name of witchcoat in scotland the witchcoats would have been called lairds in england they were not called squires repeatedly had younger sons of it risen to rank and honor and in several generations would his property have entitled the head of the family to rank as a squire but at the time when i began to be aware of existence the family possessions had dwindled to one large farm on which i found myself naturally while some of the family had risen others had sunk in the social scale and of the latter was miss martha moon far more to my life than can appear in my story i should imagine there are a few families in england covering a larger range of social difference in ours but i began to think the chief difficulty in writing a book must be to keep out what does not belong to it i may mention however my conviction that i owe many special...

Grace Harlowe with the Yankee Shock Boys at St. Quentin Boches Miss Their Prey Free Audiobooks for Young Adults.

chapter 2 of grace harlow with the yankee shock boys at saint quentin by jessie graham flower this librivox recording is in the public domain chapter 2 missed their prey when the car stood up on its nose both girls were hurled violently over the dashboard they landed on reasonably soft sod with a jolt that left each almost breathless alfreda was somewhat stunned because she had not been quick-witted enough to keep her head up oh grace moaned alfreda stop it roll roll away as fast as you can commanded graze sharply i i can't wailed miss briggs huns alfreda they will be here in 30 seconds roll i tell you the word huns had the desired effect on alfreda briggs who quickly collected her wits and began rolling up the bank followed by grace who kept urging her to go faster they made the top and rolled over the crest up run for your life commanded grace giving her companion a violent push as alfreda staggered to her feet grace took firm hold of alfreda's arm and ran her down the slope alfreda groaning and protesting the barn cried grace it's our only hope the building for which she was heading was but a short distance away not more than 500 feet but unless they reached it before their enemies discovered them the chances were that the two girls would be captured they failed as they were almost within reach of the goal a shout and a shot told the overton girls that they had been discovered there was no need to look back for they well knew that men were running after them grace formed her plans on the instant into the barn she cried pay close attention and do exactly as i tell you but do it quickly once inside grace turned for a brief glance at their pursuers to see how much time she might reasonably have to secrete herself and her companion the men already were halfway across the space intervening between the road and the barn we can make it climb through the window on the other side i i can't there was no time to waste words grace grabbed alfreda by an arm and rushed her toward an open window at the rear side of the building and grabbing her foot tumbled her out head first grace dove through the window falling on alfreda who screamed springing up grace pulled the sliding window shut stop that noise keep it up and you will find yourself in a german prison camp rebuked grace i don't care i might as well be taken prisoner as to be killed in trying to get away from them we'll be caught here anyway of course we shall agreed grace crawl under the barn you will have to pinch yourself a little but you can make it move alfreda was assisted none too gently in her effort to squeeze between the floor of the barn and the ground tearing her skirt and maltreating herself generally at the same time groaning and protesting so loudly that grace was certain the sounds must reach their pursuers once under the barn floor there was more room for the floor of the barn was a full eight inches higher than the level of the ground far enough whispered grace please stop that moaning alfreda moaning will not help you but getting yourself together will i hardly think they will find us here i i don't care much whether they do or not grace harlow i knew it i knew that if i went out with you i should regret it not that i blame you but you simply cannot keep yourself out of trouble trouble is your strongest weakness fine fine so sorry that professor morton can't hear you so far forget your college training as to mix your english in that fashion my strongest weakness i must remember that and tell it to the overton unit as a terrible example of what a college education does for one sh they are in the barn don't speak both girls could hear the third of heavily booted feet and guttural explosions as the enemy searched for their prey things were being overturned up there grain bins prodded with a pitchfork straw thrown about and every nook and...

Grace Harlowe with the Yankee Shock Boys at St. Quentin Boches Miss Their Prey Free Audiobooks for Young Adults.

chapter 2 of grace harlow with the yankee shock boys at saint quentin by jessie graham flower this librivox recording is in the public domain chapter 2 missed their prey when the car stood up on its nose both girls were hurled violently over the dashboard they landed on reasonably soft sod with a jolt that left each almost breathless alfreda was somewhat stunned because she had not been quick-witted enough to keep her head up oh grace moaned alfreda stop it roll roll away as fast as you can commanded graze sharply i i can't wailed miss briggs huns alfreda they will be here in 30 seconds roll i tell you the word huns had the desired effect on alfreda briggs who quickly collected her wits and began rolling up the bank followed by grace who kept urging her to go faster they made the top and rolled over the crest up run for your life commanded grace giving her companion a violent push as alfreda staggered to her feet grace took firm hold of alfreda's arm and ran her down the slope alfreda groaning and protesting the barn cried grace it's our only hope the building for which she was heading was but a short distance away not more than 500 feet but unless they reached it before their enemies discovered them the chances were that the two girls would be captured they failed as they were almost within reach of the goal a shout and a shot told the overton girls that they had been discovered there was no need to look back for they well knew that men were running after them grace formed her plans on the instant into the barn she cried pay close attention and do exactly as i tell you but do it quickly once inside grace turned for a brief glance at their pursuers to see how much time she might reasonably have to secrete herself and her companion the men already were halfway across the space intervening between the road and the barn we can make it climb through the window on the other side i i can't there was no time to waste words grace grabbed alfreda by an arm and rushed her toward an open window at the rear side of the building and grabbing her foot tumbled her out head first grace dove through the window falling on alfreda who screamed springing up grace pulled the sliding window shut stop that noise keep it up and you will find yourself in a german prison camp rebuked grace i don't care i might as well be taken prisoner as to be killed in trying to get away from them we'll be caught here anyway of course we shall agreed grace crawl under the barn you will have to pinch yourself a little but you can make it move alfreda was assisted none too gently in her effort to squeeze between the floor of the barn and the ground tearing her skirt and maltreating herself generally at the same time groaning and protesting so loudly that grace was certain the sounds must reach their pursuers once under the barn floor there was more room for the floor of the barn was a full eight inches higher than the level of the ground far enough whispered grace please stop that moaning alfreda moaning will not help you but getting yourself together will i hardly think they will find us here i i don't care much whether they do or not grace harlow i knew it i knew that if i went out with you i should regret it not that i blame you but you simply cannot keep yourself out of trouble trouble is your strongest weakness fine fine so sorry that professor morton can't hear you so far forget your college training as to mix your english in that fashion my strongest weakness i must remember that and tell it to the overton unit as a terrible example of what a college education does for one sh they are in the barn don't speak both girls could hear the third of heavily booted feet and guttural explosions as the enemy searched for their prey things were being overturned up there grain bins prodded with a pitchfork straw thrown about and every nook and...

Radio Boys in the Secret Service by J. W. Duffield On the Way to London Free Teens Audiobooks.

chapter 2 of radio boys in the secret service this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org radio boys in the secret service by j.w duffield chapter 2 on the way to london the trip to new york was begun early in the morning in order that they might reach their sailing point before dark to guy this part of the journey was monotonous as he could not read and his mother advised him not to sit next to the window and look out fearing lest the light injure his eyes in spite of his amber glasses the day was clear and bright and the sun's rays were reflected glitteringly from the clean white snow on the ground guy and his mother would have been greatly astonished if they had known of the interest in them entertained by the man in the next seat behind several times on the way between ferncliff and boston guy got up and moved about and two or three times he casually observed the pre-possessing stranger but the latter seemed always to be buried in a newspaper or book and oblivious to all about him the truth however was that mr pickett took much more interest in the conversation of mrs burton and her son than in his reading while appearing to be reading most of the time his occupation in this respect was largely a pretense at least when the two in front of him spoke loudly enough for him to hear now and then he would turn a leaf for appearance sake but not always did his eyes follow the printed line from one page to the next however his reading was not wholly affectation for occasionally he would turn back to pick up the thread of the narrative at boston they changed cars and again mr pickett managed to get a seat immediately behind the two london-mound travelers once the amusing prattle of a baby a few seats back caused guy to turn suddenly and he was startled to observe the sharp eyes of the stranger staring at him with curious contemplation so deeply did the incident impress the boy that he turned again and looked at the man but the latter was once more buried in his book guy then told himself that he must have misunderstood the gaze that it probably was one of meditation or abstraction maybe he's some professor of anatomy trying to figure out the diameter of her bonehead used the boy i wonder who he is it's funny he happened to get the seat just behind us both times well i remember him anyway if ever i see him again at new york guy took a last curious look at the man with the high crown derby and then forgot him for the time being the latter saw the boy and his mother enter a taxi and drive away but he made no further attempt to watch their movements mr pigott was a middle-aged bachelor living in a hotel near central park before starting for this place he ate supper at a restaurant on arriving at the hotel he went direct to his room and wrote a letter which he addressed to one a little in london it was as follows my dear little about the time this letter reaches you they will arrive in london and mrs hg burton and her son guy the kid is coming over to have his eyes treated they'll probably remain several weeks and will then return to new york direct they will stop at the morley hotel by the way the kid is bugs over wireless telegraphy that's his weakness maybe this will interest you professionally opq this letter was mailed as soon as finished but another letter written by another person who had been secretly watching every move of mr pickett accompanied it in the same mail across the atlantic it was addressed to one w w watson in london a little received the picket letter and delivered it to one christopher gunsite who in turn delivered it to another jc smithers a bond street jeweller meanwhile watson received the other letter and also got busy he observed secretly the passing along of the pigot letter from little to gunsight and...

Radio Boys in the Secret Service by J. W. Duffield On the Way to London Free Teens Audiobooks.

chapter 2 of radio boys in the secret service this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org radio boys in the secret service by j.w duffield chapter 2 on the way to london the trip to new york was begun early in the morning in order that they might reach their sailing point before dark to guy this part of the journey was monotonous as he could not read and his mother advised him not to sit next to the window and look out fearing lest the light injure his eyes in spite of his amber glasses the day was clear and bright and the sun's rays were reflected glitteringly from the clean white snow on the ground guy and his mother would have been greatly astonished if they had known of the interest in them entertained by the man in the next seat behind several times on the way between ferncliff and boston guy got up and moved about and two or three times he casually observed the pre-possessing stranger but the latter seemed always to be buried in a newspaper or book and oblivious to all about him the truth however was that mr pickett took much more interest in the conversation of mrs burton and her son than in his reading while appearing to be reading most of the time his occupation in this respect was largely a pretense at least when the two in front of him spoke loudly enough for him to hear now and then he would turn a leaf for appearance sake but not always did his eyes follow the printed line from one page to the next however his reading was not wholly affectation for occasionally he would turn back to pick up the thread of the narrative at boston they changed cars and again mr pickett managed to get a seat immediately behind the two london-mound travelers once the amusing prattle of a baby a few seats back caused guy to turn suddenly and he was startled to observe the sharp eyes of the stranger staring at him with curious contemplation so deeply did the incident impress the boy that he turned again and looked at the man but the latter was once more buried in his book guy then told himself that he must have misunderstood the gaze that it probably was one of meditation or abstraction maybe he's some professor of anatomy trying to figure out the diameter of her bonehead used the boy i wonder who he is it's funny he happened to get the seat just behind us both times well i remember him anyway if ever i see him again at new york guy took a last curious look at the man with the high crown derby and then forgot him for the time being the latter saw the boy and his mother enter a taxi and drive away but he made no further attempt to watch their movements mr pigott was a middle-aged bachelor living in a hotel near central park before starting for this place he ate supper at a restaurant on arriving at the hotel he went direct to his room and wrote a letter which he addressed to one a little in london it was as follows my dear little about the time this letter reaches you they will arrive in london and mrs hg burton and her son guy the kid is coming over to have his eyes treated they'll probably remain several weeks and will then return to new york direct they will stop at the morley hotel by the way the kid is bugs over wireless telegraphy that's his weakness maybe this will interest you professionally opq this letter was mailed as soon as finished but another letter written by another person who had been secretly watching every move of mr pickett accompanied it in the same mail across the atlantic it was addressed to one w w watson in london a little received the picket letter and delivered it to one christopher gunsite who in turn delivered it to another jc smithers a bond street jeweller meanwhile watson received the other letter and also got busy he observed secretly the passing along of the pigot letter from little to gunsight and...

Chunky, the Happy Hippo by Richard Barnum Chunky is Surprised Kids Free Audiobooks

Chunky, the Happy Hippo by Richard Barnum Chunky is Surprised Kids Free Audiobooks