The Life of Sir John Oldcastleby William Shakespeare [Apocrypha]The Actors Names in the History of Sir John Oldcastle.King Henry the Fifth.Sir John Old-castle, Lord Cobham.Harpoole, Servant to the Lord Cobham.Lord Herbert, with Gough his man.Lord Powis, with Owen and Davy his men.The Mayor of Hereford, and Sheriff of Herefordshire, with Bailiffsand Servants.Two Judges of Assize.The Bishop of Rochester and Clun his Sumner.Sir John the Parson of Wrotham, and Doll his Concubine.The Duke of Suffolk.The Earl of Huntington.The Earl of Cambridge.Lord Scroop and Lord Grey.Chartres the French Agent.Sir Roger Acton.Sir Richard Lee.M. Bourn, M. Beverly, and Murley the Brewer of Dunstable, rebels....　

IBill never realized that sex was the cause of it all. If the sun that morning had not been burning so warmly in the brassy sky of Phigerinadon II, and if he had not glimpsed the sugar-white and wine-barrel-wide backside of Inga-Maria Calyphigia, while she bathed in the stream, he might have paid more attention to his plowing than to the burning pressures of heterosexuality and would have driven his furrow to the far side of the hill before the seductive music sounded along the road. He might never have heard it, and his life would have been very, very different. But he did hear it and dropped the handles of the plow that was plugged into the robomule, turned, and gaped.It was indeed a fabu　

Down the Mother Lode - Pioneer Tales of CaliforniaBy Vivia HemphillForewordSo many inquiries have been made as to exactly where, and what is the "Mother Lode"!The geologist and the historian agree as to its location and composition, but the old miners and "sojourners" of the vanished golden era give strangely different versions of it. Some of these are here set down, if not all for your enlightenment at least, I hope, for your entertainment.That is, after all, the principal aim of these tales of the old days in California, that are gone "for good." Mark Twain says in his preface to "Roughing It" that there is a great deal of information in his work which he regrets very much but which reall　

The Iron Puddlerby James J. DavisMY LIFE IN THE ROLLING MILLS AND WHAT CAME OF ITIntroduction by JOSEPH G. CANNONThe man whose life story is here presented between book covers is at the time of writing only forty-eight years old. When I met him many years ago he was a young man full of enthusiasm. I remember saying to him then, "With your enthusiasm and the sparkle which you have in your eyes I am sure you will make good."Why should so young a man, one so recently elevated to official prominence, write his memoirs? That question will occur to those who do not know Jim Davis. His elevation to a Cabinet post marks not the beginning of his career, but rather is the curtain-rise on the second a　

SHERLOCK HOLMESTHE ADVENTURE OF THE MAZARIN STONEby Sir Arthur Conan DoyleIt was pleasant to Dr. Watson to find himself once more in theuntidy room of the first floor in Baker Street which had been thestarting-point of so many remarkable adventures. He looked round himat the scientific charts upon the wall, the acid-charred bench ofchemicals, the violin-case leaning in the corner, the coal-scuttle,which contained of old the pipes and tobacco. Finally, his eyes cameround to the fresh and smiling face of Billy, the young but verywise and tactful page, who had helped a little to fill up the gap of...　

The Faith of MenThe Faith of MenBy Jack London1- Page 2-The Faith of MenA RELIC OF THE PLIOCENEI wash my hands of him at the start. I cannot father his tales, nor willI be responsible for them. I make these preliminary reservations, observe,as a guard upon my own integrity. I possess a certain definite position ina small way, also a wife; and for the good name of the community thathonours my existence with its approval, and for the sake of her posterity...　

THE DEVOTED FRIENDOne morning the old Water-rat put his head out of his hole. He hadbright beady eyes and stiff grey whiskers and his tail was like along bit of black india-rubber. The little ducks were swimmingabout in the pond, looking just like a lot of yellow canaries, andtheir mother, who was pure white with real red legs, was trying toteach them how to stand on their heads in the water."You will never be in the best society unless you can stand on yourheads," she kept saying to them; and every now and then she showedthem how it was done. But the little ducks paid no attention toher. They were so young that they did not know what an advantage...　

　Chapter one　　He had been walking the dirty streets since twilight first began to gather. The pain streamed like liquid fire through every cell of his body - but he locked it away in a corner of his mind, ignored it, and walked.　There was little to please the eye in his surroundings, and he paid scant attention to them. He was on a small poor unimportant planet whose very name, Coranex, meant nothing to him. But around the spaceport clustered a drab, seedy town, which was a well-known stopover on the main space lanes. It attracted freightermen, traders, wandering technicians, space drifters of every sort. Those were the people he was looking for. Those were the people most likely to pick up　

　　　　This story takes place in an America whose history is often similar to, but often quite different from our own. You should not assume that the portrayal in this book of a person who shares a name with a figure from American history is an accurate portrayal of that historical figure. In particular, you should be aware that William Henry Harrison, famed in our own history for having the briefest presidency and for his unforgettable election slogan "Tippecanoe and Tyler too," was a somewhat nicer person than his counterpart in this book.　　My thanks to Carol Breakstone for American Indian lore; to Beth Meacham for Octagon Mound and Flint Ridge; to Wayne Williams for heroic patience; and to 　

　Up at the unpeopled borderland of cloudy heaven, where unending wind drove eternal snow between and over high gray rocks, the gods and goddesses were gathering.　In the grayness just before dawn, their tall forms came like smoke out of the gray and smoking wind, to take on solidity and detail. Unperturbed by wind or weather, their garments flapping in the shrieking howl of air, they stood upon the rooftop of the world and waited as their numbers grew. Steadily more powers streaked across the sky, bringing reinforcement.　The shortest of the standing figures was taller than humanity, but from the shortest to tallest, all were indisputably of human shape. The dress of most members of the assem　

The Diary of an Old SoulThe Diary of an Old Soulby George MacDonald1- Page 2-The Diary of an Old SoulDEDICATIONSweet friends, receive my offering. You will find Against each wordedpage a white page set: This is the mirror of each friendly mindReflecting that. In this book we are met. Make it, dear hearts, of worth toyou indeed: Let your white page be ground, my print be seed, Growingto golden ears, that faith and hope shall feed.YOUR OLD SOUL...　

THE ENVIOUS NEIGHBOURLong, long ago an old couple lived in a village, and, as they hadno children to love and care for, they gave all their affectionto a little dog. He was a pretty little creature, and instead ofgrowing spoilt and disagreeable at not getting everything hewanted, as even children will do sometimes, the dog was gratefulto them for their kindness, and never left their side, whetherthey were in the house or out of it.One day the old man was working in his garden, with his dog, asusual, close by. The morning was hot, and at last he put downhis spade and wiped his wet forehead, noticing, as he did so,that the animal was snuffling and scratching at a spot a little...