<br><p><b>Identifier</b>: mountainsmolehil00marr (<a class="external text" href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?title=Special%3ASearch&amp;profile=default&amp;fulltext=Search&amp;search=insource%3A%2Fmountainsmolehil00marr%2F">find matches</a>)<br><b>Title</b>: <a rel="nofollow" class="external text" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/internetarchivebookimages/tags/bookidmountainsmolehil00marr">Mountains and molehills; or, Recollections of a burnt journal</a><br><b>Year</b>: <a rel="nofollow" class="external text" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/internetarchivebookimages/tags/bookyear1855">1855</a> (<a rel="nofollow" class="external text" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/internetarchivebookimages/tags/bookdecade1850">1850s</a>)<br><b>Authors</b>:  <a rel="nofollow" class="external text" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/internetarchivebookimages/tags/bookauthorMarryat__Frank__1826_1855">Marryat, Frank, 1826-1855</a><br><b>Subjects</b>:  <a rel="nofollow" class="external text" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/internetarchivebookimages/tags/booksubjectMarryat__Frank__1826_1855">Marryat, Frank, 1826-1855</a><br><b>Publisher</b>:  <a rel="nofollow" class="external text" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/internetarchivebookimages/tags/bookpublisherLondon___Longman__Brown__Green__and_Longmans">London : Longman, Brown, Green, and Longmans</a><br><b>Contributing Library</b>:  <a rel="nofollow" class="external text" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/internetarchivebookimages/tags/bookcontributorUniversity_of_California_Libraries">University of California Libraries</a><br><b>Digitizing Sponsor</b>:  <a rel="nofollow" class="external text" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/internetarchivebookimages/tags/booksponsorInternet_Archive">Internet Archive</a><br><br><b>View Book Page</b>: <a rel="nofollow" class="external text" href="https://archive.org/stream/mountainsmolehil00marr/mountainsmolehil00marr#page/n112/mode/1up">Book Viewer</a><br><b>About This Book</b>: <a rel="nofollow" class="external text" href="https://archive.org/details/mountainsmolehil00marr">Catalog Entry</a><br><b>View All Images</b>: <a rel="nofollow" class="external text" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/internetarchivebookimages/tags/bookidmountainsmolehil00marr">All Images From Book</a><br>
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