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Title: Letters from my Windmill
Author: Alphonse Daudet
Translator: Mireille Harmelin and Keith Adams
Release Date: November 10, 2009 [EBook #30442]
Language: English
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Produced by Mireille Harmelin and Keith Adams
LETTERS FROM MY WINDMILL
BY
ALPHONSE DAUDET
Translated for Project Gutenberg by Mireille Harmelin & Keith Adams
(C)2009
CONTENTS
1. Foreword.
2. First Impressions.
3. The Coach from Beaucaire.
4. Master-Miller Cornille's Secret.
5. Monsieur Seguin's Last Kid Goat.
6. The Stars.
7. The Arlesienne.
8. The Pope's Mule.
9. The Lighthouse on the _Sanguinaires_.
10. The Wreck of the _Semillante_
11. The Customs' Men.
12. The Cucugnanian Priest.
13. The Old Folks.
14. Prose Ballads
I--Death of the Dauphin.
II--The Sub-Prefect Takes A Day Off.
15. Bixiou's Wallet.
16. The Man with the Golden Brain.
17. The Poet, Frederic Mistral.
18. The Three Low Masses.
19. The Oranges.
20. The Two Inns.
21. At Milianah.
22. The Locusts.
23. Father Gaucher's Elixir.
24. In the Camargue.
25. Nostalgia for the Barracks and Paris.
FOREWORD
As witnessed by Master Honorat Grapazi, lawyer at the residence of
Pamperigouste.
"As summoned
"Mr Gaspard Mitifio, husband of Vivette Cornille, tenant at the place
called _Les Cigalieres_ and resident there.
"Who herewith has sold and transferred under guarantee by law and deed
and free of all debts, privileges and mortgages,
"To Mr Alphonse Daudet, poet, living in Paris, here present and
accepting it.
"A windmill and flourmill, located in the Rhone valley, in the heart of
Provence, on a wooded hillside of pines and green oaks; being the said
windmill, abandoned for over twenty years, and not viable for grinding,
as it appears that wild vines, moss, rosemary, and other parasitic
greenery are climb
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