Whiff from Wild Meadows (Signed) by FOSS, Sam Walter - 1896

Leopold Classic Library, 9/6/2015 12:00:01 AM. paperback. Very Good. 0.6700 in x 12.8400 in x 10.9500 in. Crease on cover*

Pantianos Classics, 1897-01-01. Paperback. Used: Good.

Pantianos Classics, 1897-01-01. Paperback. Used:Good.

Oliver Ditson Company, 1927T. sheet_music. Very Good. 0.3307 in x 11.0906 in x 8.0906 in.

Berkeley, CA: Peacock Press. Very Good. 1965. Reprint Edition. Softcover. Approx. 4 7/8" wide by 7 1/4". Reprint of 1906 edition. Limited to 1000 copies. With a note about the author and the illustrator by John David Marshall. ; 15 + ad pages .

Wentworth Press, 2019-04-12. Hardcover. Used: Good.

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