The Adventures of Colonel Daniel Booneby John FilsonFrom The Discovery and Settlement of Kentuckeby John FilsonThe ADVENTURES of Col. DANIEL BOON;containing a NARRATIVE of the WARS of Kentucke.Curiosity is natural to the soul of man, and interesting objectshave a powerful influence on our affections. Let these influencingpowers actuate, by the permission or disposal of Providence, fromselfish or social views, yet in time the mysterious will of Heavenis unfolded, and we behold our conduct, from whatsoever motivesexcited, operating to answer the important designs of heaven. Thuswe behold Kentucke, lately an howling wilderness, the habitation of...　

Sally Dowsby Bret HarteCONTENTSSALLY DOWSTHE CONSPIRACY OF MRS. BUNKERTHE TRANSFORMATION OF BUCKEYE CAMPTHEIR UNCLE FROM CALIFORNIASALLY DOWS.PROLOGUE.THE LAST GUN AT SNAKE RIVER.What had been in the cool gray of that summer morning a dewycountry lane, marked only by a few wagon tracks that neverencroached upon its grassy border, and indented only by the faintfootprints of a crossing fox or coon, was now, before high noon,already crushed, beaten down, and trampled out of all semblance ofits former graciousness. The heavy springless jolt of gun-carriageand caisson had cut deeply through the middle track; the hoofs of...　

Betty Zaneby Zane GreyTO THE BETTY ZANE CHAPTER OF THE DAUGHTERS OF THE REVOLUTION THIS BOOK IS RESPECTFULLY DEDICATED BY THE AUTHORNOTEIn a quiet corner of the stately little city of Wheeling, West Va., stands a monument on which is inscribed:"By authority of the State of West Virginia to commemorate the siege of Fort Henry, Sept 11, 1782, the last battle of the American Revolution, this tablet is here placed."Had it not been for the heroism of a girl the foregoing inscription would never have been written, and the city of Wheeling would never have existed. From time to time I have read short stories and magazine articles which have been published about Elizabeth Zane and her famous exploi　

THE CONEThe night was hot and overcast, the sky red, rimmed with thelingering sunset of mid-summer. They sat at the open window,trying to fancy the air was fresher there. The trees and shrubs ofthe garden stood stiff and dark; beyond in the roadway a gas-lamp burnt, bright orange against the hazy blue of the evening.Farther were the three lights of the railway signal against thelowering sky. The man and woman spoke to one another in low tones."He does not suspect?" said the man, a little nervously."Not he," she said peevishly, as though that too irritatedher. "He thinks of nothing but the works and the prices of fuel.He has no imagination, no poetry."...　

The Life of Horatio Lord Nelsonby Robert SoutheyTO JOHN WILSON CROKER ESQ.,LL.D., F.R.S.,SECRETARY OF THE ADMIRALTY;WHO, BY THE OFFICIAL SITUATION WHICH HE SO ABLY FILLS,IS QUALIFIED TO APPRECIATE ITS HISTORICAL ACCURACY;AND WHO,AS A MEMBER OF THE REPUBLIC OF LETTERS,IS EQUALLY QUALIFIED TO DECIDE UPON ITSLITERARY MERITS,THIS WORKIS RESPECTFULLY INSCRIBED BY HIS FRIEND,THE AUTHORMany Lives of Nelson have been written; one is yet wanting, clear and concise enough to become a manual for the young sailor, which he may carry about with him till he has treasured it up for example in his memory and in his heart. In attempting such a work I shall write the eulogy of our great national hero, for th　

The Stolen White Elephantby Mark Twain[Left out of A Tramp Abroad, because it was feared that some of theparticulars had been exaggerated, and that others were not true. Beforethese suspicions had been proven groundless, the book had gone to press.M.T.]The following curious history was related to me by a chance railwayacquaintance. He was a gentleman more than seventy years of age, and histhoroughly good and gentle face and earnest and sincere manner imprintedthe unmistakable stamp of truth upon every statement which fell from hislips. He said:You know in what reverence the royal white elephant of Siam is held bythe people of that country. You know it is sacred to kings, only kings...　

The Voice of the CityThe Voice of the CityO Henry1- Page 2-The Voice of the CityTHE VOICE OF THE CITYTwenty-five years ago the school children used to chant their lessons.The manner of their delivery was a singsong recitative between theutterance of an Episcopal minister and the drone of a tired sawmill. I meanno disrespect. We must have lumber and sawdust.I remember one beautiful and instructive little lyric that emanated...　

CAIUS MARIUS155?-86 B.C.by Plutarchtranslated by John DrydenWE are altogether ignorant of any third name of Caius Marius; asalso of Quintus Sertorius, that possessed himself of Spain or ofLucius Mummius that destroyed Corinth, though this last was surnamedAchaicus from his conquests, as Scipio was called Africanus, andMetellus, Macedonicus. Hence Posidonius draws his chief argument toconfute those that hold the third to be the Roman proper name, asCamillus, Marcellus, Cato; as in this case, those that had but twonames would have no proper name at all. He did not, however, observe...　

FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENTHE STORY OF THE WINDby Hans Christian Andersen"NEAR the shores of the great Belt, which is one of the straitsthat connect the Cattegat with the Baltic, stands an old mansionwith thick red walls. I know every stone of it," says the Wind. "I sawit when it was part of the castle of Marck Stig on the promontory. Butthe castle was obliged to be pulled down, and the stone was used againfor the walls of a new mansion on another spot- the baronial residenceof Borreby, which still stands near the coast. I knew them well, thosenoble lords and ladies, the successive generations that dwelt there;...　

The Turmoilby Booth TarkingtonTo Laurel.There is a midland city in the heart of fair, open country, a dirty andwonderful city nesting dingily in the fog of its own smoke. The strangermust feel the dirt before he feels the wonder, for the dirt will be upon himinstantly. It will be upon him and within him, since he must breathe it, andhe may care for no further proof that wealth is here better loved thancleanliness; but whether he cares or not, the negligently tended streetsincessantly press home the point, and so do the flecked and grimy citizens. Ata breeze he must smother in the whirlpools of dust, and if he should decline...　

THE KREUTZER SONATA.CHAPTER I.Travellers left and entered our car at every stopping of thetrain. Three persons, however, remained, bound, like myself, forthe farthest station: a lady neither young nor pretty, smokingcigarettes, with a thin face, a cap on her head, and wearing asemi-masculine outer garment; then her companion, a veryloquacious gentleman of about forty years, with baggage entirelynew and arranged in an orderly manner; then a gentleman who heldhimself entirely aloof, short in stature, very nervous, ofuncertain age, with bright eyes, not pronounced in color, butextremely attractive,eyes that darted with rapidity from one...　

The Discovery of Guianaby Walter RaleighINTRODUCTORY NOTESir Walter Raleigh may be taken as the great typical figure of theage of Elizabeth. Courtier and statesman, soldier and sailor,scientist and man of letters, he engaged in almost all the mainlines of public activity in his time, and was distinguished inthem all.His father was a Devonshire gentleman of property, connected withmany of the distinguished families of the south of England. Walterwas born about 1552 and was educated at Oxford. He first sawmilitary service in the Huguenot army in France in 1569, and in1578 engaged, with his half-brother, Sir Humphrey Gilbert, in the...