Excerpt from Mr. Oldmixon: A Novel Do you think that head is thrown far eugh back, father? The speaker was a young woman of apparently twenty years of age or thereabouts. She was neatly but plainly dressed, and she was seated in front of a long table or work-bench, moulding into a natural attitude the stuffed skin of a canary bird that was nearly ready for mounting on the little wooden pedestal that stood close at hand. The room was evidently the workshop of a taxidermist, for there were lying about it, on tables and chairs, and even on the floor, several skins of animals of various kinds. There were also half a dozen or more mounted specimens in different stages of forwardness. 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 techlogy 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.