Excerpt from The World's Great Snare<br><br>AT last! Muttered Mr. James Hamilton, Opening his eyes and sitting upright on the floor. Get up, you chaps! D'ye hear? Get up!<br><br>NO one stirred. As a matter Of fact, neither Of the other two men was awake. With a final yawn the speaker stretched himself out and staggered to his feet. Then he threw himself upon a rude Wooden bench, picked up the stump Of a corn-cob pipe which lay upon the ground, and smoked, with his elbows resting upon the empty window frame, and his head stretched as far as possible outside. The dull stolidity Of his features was quickened for the moment into the semblance of eagerness. He was waiting to inhale the faint quivering breeze which was stealing down from the hills.<br><br>At last! He growled, with his eyes, dim and bloodshot, turned towards the western sky. What a hell Of a day! There she goes, and be d d to her!<br><br>About the Publisher<br><br>Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com<br><br>This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.