Excerpt from The Little King of Angel's Landing Front and Bac are their homely names - but what is lost in breadth is gained in length. Most of the houses respectfully face the river, as though confessing that to this divinity they owe their existence. From the group of little stores on Front Street a grav cled declivity leads down to the river and the mossy, water-logged wharf. A humble structure is the latter; but what the Forum was to Rome, or the tavern to a colonial village, this wharf is to Angel's Land ing. It is the heart through which the blood of the hamlet flows. For the greater part of the day it basks, silent and deserted, in the sun, with the pitch bubbling from its seams, and the catfish nosing along its slimy water line. But let a steamboat whistle and all is changed! Sleeping figures in unsuspected nooks yawn, stretch, and arise; drays rattle down the bank; the postmaster seizes his leathern pouch; loafers quicken their pace, and for a little while all is life and animation. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com 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.