A Millionaire of Rough-and-Readyby Bret HartePROLOGUEThere was no mistake this time: he had struck gold at last!It had lain there before him a moment agoa misshapen piece ofbrown-stained quartz, interspersed with dull yellow metal; yieldingenough to have allowed the points of his pick to penetrate itshoneycombed recesses, yet heavy enough to drop from the point ofhis pick as he endeavored to lift it from the red earth.He was seeing all this plainly, although he found himself, he knewnot why, at some distance from the scene of his discovery, hisheart foolishly beating, his breath impotently hurried. Yet he waswalking slowly and vaguely; conscious of stopping and staring at...
PART IVTHE ANCIENT PEOPLEITHE San Francisco Mountain lies in Northern Arizona,above Flagstaff, and its blue slopes and snowy summitentice the eye for a hundred miles across the desert. Aboutits base lie the pine forests of the Navajos, where the greatred-trunked trees live out their peaceful centuries in thatsparkling air. The PINONS and scrub begin only where theforest ends, where the country breaks into open, stonyclearings and the surface of the earth cracks into deep can-yons. The great pines stand at a considerable distance from...
The Little DreamAn Allegory in six scenesBY JOHN GALSWORTHYCHARACTERSSEELCHEN, a mountain girlLAMOND, a climberFELSMAN, a glideCHARACTERS IN THE DREAMTHE GREAT HORN |THE COW HORN | mountainsTHE WINE HORN |THE EDELWEISS |THE ALPENROSE | flowersTHE GENTIAN |THE MOUNTAIN DANDELION |VOICES AND FIGURES IN THE DREAMCOWBELLSMOUNTAIN AIRFAR VIEW OF ITALYDISTANT FLUME OF STEAMTHINGS IN BOOKSMOTH CHILDRENTHREE DANCING YOUTHSTHREE DANCING GIRLSTHE FORMS OF WORKERSTHE FORMS OF WHAT IS MADE BY WORK...
Lavender and Old Laceby Myrtle ReedI. THE LIGHT IN THE WINDOWII. THE ATTIC.III. MISS AINSLIEIV. A GUESTV. THE RUMOURS OF THE VALLEYVI. THE GARDENVII. THE MAN WHO HESITATESVIII. SUMMER DAYSIX. BY HUMBLE MEANSX. LOVE LETTERSXI. THE ROSE OF ALL THE WORLDXII. BRIDE AND GROOMXIII. PLANSXIV. "FOR REMEMBRANCE"XV. THE SECRET AND THE DREAMXVI. SOME ONE WHO LOVED HERXVII. DAWNI. The Light in the WindowA rickety carriage was slowly ascending the hill, and from the place of honour on the back seat, the single passenger surveyed the country with interest and admiration. The driver of that ancient chariot was an awkward young fellow, possibly twenty-five years of age, with sharp
KING HENRY THE FOURTH Part 1KING HENRY THEFOURTHPart 1William Shakespeare15981- Page 2-KING HENRY THE FOURTH Part 1Dramatis PersonaeKing Henry the Fourth. Henry, Prince of Wales, son to the King.Prince John of Lancaster, son to the King. Earl of Westmoreland. SirWalter Blunt. Thomas Percy, Earl of Worcester. Henry Percy, Earl ofNorthumberland. Henry Percy, surnamed Hotspur, his son. Edmund...
FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENUNDER THE WILLOW-TREEby Hans Christian AndersenTHE region round the little town of Kjoge is very bleak andcold. The town lies on the sea shore, which is always beautiful; buthere it might be more beautiful than it is, for on every side thefields are flat, and it is a long way to the forest. But whenpersons reside in a place and get used to it, they can always findsomething beautiful in it,- something for which they long, even in themost charming spot in the world which is not home. It must be ownedthat there are in the outskirts of the town some humble gardens on the...
THE CELESTIAL RAILROADNot a great while ago, passing through the gate of dreams, Ivisited that region of the earth in which lies the famous City ofDestruction. It interested me much to learn that by the publicspirit of some of the inhabitants a railroad has recently beenestablished between this populous and flourishing town and theCelestial City. Having a little time upon my hands, I resolved togratify a liberal curiosity by making a trip thither.Accordingly, one fine morning after paying my bill at the hotel,and directing the porter to stow my luggage behind a coach, Itook my seat in the vehicle and set out for the station-house. Itwas my good fortune to enjoy the company of a gentlemanone
1872FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENWHAT ONE CAN INVENTby Hans Christian AndersenThere was once a young man who was studying to be a poet. Hewanted to become one by Easter, and to marry, and to live by poetry.To write poems, he knew, only consists in being able to inventsomething; but he could not invent anything. He had been born toolate- everything had been taken up before he came into the world,and everything had been written and told about."Happy people who were born a thousand years ago!" said he. "Itwas an easy matter for them to become immortal. Happy even was hewho was born a hundred years ago, for then there was still somethingabout which a poem could be written. Now the worl
A History of Science, Volume 4by Henry Smith Williams, M.D., LL.D.ASSISTED BY EDWARD H. WILLIAMS, M.D.IN FIVE VOLUMES VOLUME IV.MODERN DEVELOPMENT OF THE CHEMICAL AND BIOLOGICAL SCIENCESA HISTORY OF SCIENCEBOOK IVMODERN DEVELOPMENT OF THE CHEMICAL AND BIOLOGICAL SCIENCESAS regards chronology, the epoch covered in the present volume is identical with that viewed in the preceding one. But now as regards subject matter we pass on to those diverse phases of the physical world which are the field of the chemist, and to those yet more intricate processes which have to do with living organisms. So radical are the changes here that we seem to be entering new worlds; and yet, here as before, there
CORIOLANUSLegendary, 5th Century B.C.by Plutarchtranslated by John DrydenTHE patrician house of the Marcii in Rome produced many men ofdistinction, and among the rest, Ancus Marcius, grandson to Numa byhis daughter, and king after Tullus Hostilius; of the same family werealso Publius and Quintus Marcius, which two conveyed into the city thebest and most abundant supply of water they have at Rome. Aslikewise Censorinus, who, having been twice chosen censor by thepeople, afterwards himself induced them to make a law that nobodyshould bear that office twice. But Caius Marcius, of whom I now write,...
Dear Enemyby Jean WebsterSTONE GATE, WORCESTER,MASSACHUSETTS,December 27.Dear Judy:Your letter is here. I have read it twice, and with amazement. Do I understand that Jervis has given you, for a Christmas present, the making over of the John Grier Home into a model institution, and that you have chosen me to disburse the money? MeI, Sallie McBride, the head of an orphan asylum! My poor people, have you lost your senses, or have you become addicted to the use of opium, and is this the raving of two fevered imaginations? I am exactly as well fitted to take care of one hundred children as to become the curator of a zoo....
LYCURGUSLegendary, 9th Century B.C.by Plutarchtranslated by John DrydenThere is so much uncertainty in the accounts which historians haveleft us of Lycurgus, the lawgiver of Sparta, that scarcely anything isasserted by one of them which is not called into question orcontradicted by the rest. Their sentiments are quite different as tothe family he came of, the voyages he undertook, the place andmanner of his death, but most of all when they speak of the laws hemade and the commonwealth which he founded. They cannot, by any means,be brought to an agreement as to the very age in which he lived; for...