On HorsemanshipOn HorsemanshipBy XenophonTranslation by H. G. Dakyns1- Page 2-On HorsemanshipIClaiming to have attained some proficiency in horsemanship[1]ourselves, as the result of long experience in the field, our wish is toexplain, for the benefit of our younger friends, what we conceive to be themost correct method of dealing with horses.[1] Lit. "Since, through the accident of having for a long time...
The Two Captainsby Friedrich Heinrich Karl, Freiherr de La Motte-FouqueCHAPTER I.A Mild summer evening was resting on the shores of Malaga, awakeningthe guitar of many a merry singer among the ships in the harbor, andin the city houses, and in many an ornamental garden villa.Emulating the voices of the birds, the melodious tones greeted therefreshing coolness, and floated like perfumed exhalations frommeadow and water, over the enchanting region. Some troops ofinfantry who were on the shore, and who purposed to spend the nightthere, that they might be ready for embarkation early on thefollowing morning, forgot amid the charms of the pleasant eventide...
Romantic BalladsTranslated from the Danish and Miscellaneous Piecesby George BorrowContents:PrefaceLines from Allan Cunningham to George BorrowThe Death-raven. From the Danish of OehlenslaegerFridleif and Helga. From the Danish of OehlenslaegerSir Middel. From the Old DanishElvir-shades. From the Danish of OehlenslaegerThe Heddybee-spectre. From the Old DanishSir John. From the Old DanishMay Asda. From the Danish of OehlenslaegerAager and Eliza. From the Old DanishSaint Oluf. From the Old DanishThe Heroes of Dovrefeld. From the Old DanishSvend Vonved. From the Old DanishThe Tournament. From the Old DanishVidrik Verlandson. From the Old Danish...
WHAT IS MAN?Ia. Man the Machine. b. Personal Merit[The Old Man and the Young Man had been conversing. The OldMan had asserted that the human being is merely a machine, andnothing more. The Young Man objected, and asked him to go intoparticulars and furnish his reasons for his position.]Old Man. What are the materials of which a steam-engine is made?Young Man. Iron, steel, brass, white-metal, and so on.O.M. Where are these found?Y.M. In the rocks.O.M. In a pure state?Y.M. Noin ores.O.M. Are the metals suddenly deposited in the ores?Y.M. Noit is the patient work of countless ages....
old, and lost all his teeth, so that he could no longer hold onto anything. One day the farmer was standing with his wife beforethe house-door, and said, to-morrow I intend to shoot old sultan,he is no longer of any use.His wife, who felt pity for the faithful beast, answered, he hasserved us so long, and been so faithful, that we might well givehim his keep.What, said the man, you are not very bright. He has not a toothleft in his head, and not a thief is afraid of him, now he cango. If he has served us, he has had good feeding for it.The poor dog, who was lying stretched out in the sun not far off,had heard everything, and was sorry that the morrow was to be hislast day. He had a good
METEOROLOGYby Aristotletranslated by E. W. WebsterBook I1WE have already discussed the first causes of nature, and allnatural motion, also the stars ordered in the motion of the heavens,and the physical element-enumerating and specifying them and showinghow they change into one another-and becoming and perishing ingeneral. There remains for consideration a part of this inquirywhich all our predecessors called meteorology. It is concerned with...
The Complete Writings of Charles Dudley Warner Volume 3by Charles Dudley WarnerCONTENTS:IN THE WILDERNESSHOW SPRING CAME IN NEW ENGLANDCAPTAIN JOHN SMITHPOCOHANTASIN THE WILDERNESSHOW I KILLED A BEARSo many conflicting accounts have appeared about my casual encounter with an Adirondack bear last summer that in justice to the public, to myself, and to the bear, it is necessary to make a plain statement of the facts. Besides, it is so seldom I have occasion to kill a bear, that the celebration of the exploit may be excused.The encounter was unpremeditated on both sides. I was not hunting for a bear, and I have no reason to suppose that a bear was looking for me. The fact is, that we were b
The Jacket (Star-Rover)by Jack LondonCHAPTER IAll my life I have had an awareness of other times and places. Ihave been aware of other persons in me.Oh, and trust me, so haveyou, my reader that is to be. Read back into your childhood, andthis sense of awareness I speak of will be remembered as anexperience of your childhood. You were then not fixed, notcrystallized. You were plastic, a soul in flux, a consciousness andan identity in the process of formingay, of forming andforgetting.You have forgotten much, my reader, and yet, as you read theselines, you remember dimly the hazy vistas of other times and places...
DEAD SOULSPART ICHAPTER ITo the door of an inn in the provincial town of N. there drew up a smart britchkaa light spring-carriage of the sort affected by bachelors, retired lieutenant-colonels, staff-captains, land-owners possessed of about a hundred souls, and, in short, all persons who rank as gentlemen of the intermediate category. In the britchka was seated such a gentlemana man who, though not handsome, was not ill-favoured, not over-fat, and not over-thin. Also, though not over-elderly, he was not over-young. His arrival produced no stir in the town, and was accompanied by no particular incident, beyond that a couple of peasants who happened to be standing at the door of a dramshop ex
Wessex Talesby Thomas HardyContents:PrefaceAn Imaginative WomanThe Three StrangersThe Withered ArmFellow-TownsmenInterlopers at the KnapThe Distracted PreacherPREFACEAn apology is perhaps needed for the neglect of contrast which isshown by presenting two consecutive stories of hangmen in such asmall collection as the following. But in the neighbourhood ofcounty-towns tales of executions used to form a large proportion ofthe local traditions; and though never personally acquainted withany chief operator at such scenes, the writer of these pages had asa boy the privilege of being on speaking terms with a man who...
A LETTER FROM CAPTAIN GULLIVER TO HIS COUSIN SYMPSON.WRITTEN IN THE YEAR 1727.I hope you will be ready to own publicly, whenever you shall becalled to it, that by your great and frequent urgency youprevailed on me to publish a very loose and uncorrect account ofmy travels, with directions to hire some young gentleman ofeither university to put them in order, and correct the style, asmy cousin Dampier did, by my advice, in his book called "A Voyageround the world." But I do not remember I gave you power toconsent that any thing should be omitted, and much less that anything should be inserted; therefore, as to the latter, I do here...
THE IDLE THOUGHTSOFAN IDLE FELLOW.by JEROME K. JEROME.NEW YORK:A. L. BURT, PUBLISHER.TOTHE VERY DEAR AND WELL-BELOVEDFRIENDOF MY PROSPEROUS AND EVIL DAYSTO THE FRIENDWHO, THOUGH IN THE EARLY STAGES OF OUR ACQUAINTANCESHIPDID OFTTIMES DISAGREE WITH ME, HAS SINCEBECOME TO BE MY VERY WARMEST COMRADETO THE FRIENDWHO, HOWEVER OFTEN I MAY PUT HIM OUT, NEVER (NOW)UPSETS ME IN REVENGETO THE FRIENDWHO, TREATED WITH MARKED COOLNESS BY ALL THE FEMALEMEMBERS OF MY HOUSEHOLD, AND REGARDED WITH SUSPICIONBY MY VERY DOG, NEVERTHELESS SEEMS DAY BYDAY TO BE MORE DRAWN BY ME, AND IN RETURNTO MORE AND MORE IMPREGNATE ME WITHTHE ODOR OF HIS FRIENDSHIP...