Returning Homeby Anthony TrollopeIt is generally supposed that people who live at home,gooddomestic people, who love tea and their arm-chairs, and who keep theparlour hearth-rug ever warm,it is generally supposed that theseare the people who value home the most, and best appreciate all thecomforts of that cherished institution. I am inclined to doubtthis. It is, I think, to those who live farthest away from home, tothose who find the greatest difficulty in visiting home, that theword conveys the sweetest idea. In some distant parts of the worldit may be that an Englishman acknowledges his permanent restingplace; but there are many others in which he will not call his daily...　

With Lee in VirginiaA Story Of The American Civil Warby G.A. HentyPREFACE.My Dear Lads:The Great War between the Northern and Southern States ofAmerica possesses a peculiar interest for us, not only because itwas a struggle between two sections of a people akin to us in raceand language, but because of the heroic courage with which theweaker party, with ill-fed, ill-clad, ill-equipped regiments, for fouryears sustained the contest with an adversary not only possessed ofimmense numerical superiority, but having the command of thesea, and being able to draw its arms and munitions of war from allthe manufactories of Europe. Authorities still differ as to the rights...　

A WAIF OF THE PLAINSA WAIF OF THEPLAINSby Bret Harte1- Page 2-A WAIF OF THE PLAINSCHAPTER IA long level of dull gray that further away became a faint blue, withhere and there darker patches that looked like water. At times an openspace, blackened and burnt in an irregular circle, with a shred ofnewspaper, an old rag, or broken tin can lying in the ashes. Beyond thesealways a low dark line that seemed to sink into the ground at night, and...　

Nada the Lilyby H. Rider HaggardDEDICATIONSompseu:For I will call you by the name that for fifty years has been honouredby every tribe between Zambesi and Cape Agulbas,I greet you!Sompseu, my father, I have written a book that tells of men andmatters of which you know the most of any who still look upon thelight; therefore, I set your name within that book and, such as it is,I offer it to you.If you knew not Chaka, you and he have seen the same suns shine, youknew his brother Panda and his captains, and perhaps even that veryMopo who tells this tale, his servant, who slew him with the Princes.You have seen the circle of the witch-doctors and the unconquerable...　

THE RED SEALTHE RED SEALby Natalie Sumner Lincoln1- Page 2-THE RED SEALCHAPTER IIN THE POLICE COURTTe Assistant District Attorney glanced down at the papers in his handand then up at the well-dressed, stockily built man occupying the witnessstand. His manner was conciliatory."According to your testimony, Mr. Clymer, the prisoner, JohnSylvester, was honest and reliable, and faithfully performed his duties as...　

FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENTHE THORNY ROAD OF HONORby Hans Christian AndersenAN old story yet lives of the "Thorny Road of Honor," of amarksman, who indeed attained to rank and office, but only after alifelong and weary strife against difficulties. Who has not, inreading this story, thought of his own strife, and of his own numerous"difficulties?" The story is very closely akin to reality; but stillit has its harmonious explanation here on earth, while reality oftenpoints beyond the confines of life to the regions of eternity. Thehistory of the world is like a magic lantern that displays to us, in...　

The Coming Raceby Edward Bulwer LyttonChapter I.I am a native of _____, in the United States of America. My ancestors migrated from England in the reign of Charles II.; and my grandfather was not undistinguished in the War of Independence. My family, therefore, enjoyed a somewhat high social position in right of birth; and being also opulent, they were considered disqualified for the public service. My father once ran for Congress, but was signally defeated by his tailor. After that event he interfered little in politics, and lived much in his library. I was the eldest of three sons, and sent at the age of sixteen to the old country, partly to complete my literary education, partly to c　

THE GREY ROOMTHE GREY ROOMby Eden Phillpotts1- Page 2-THE GREY ROOMCHAPTER ITHE HOUSE PARTYThe piers of the main entrance of Chadlands were of red brick, andupon each reposed a mighty sphere of grey granite. Behind themstretched away the park, where forest trees, nearly shorn of their leaves atthe edge of winter, still answered the setting sun with fires of thinning...　

THE CALASHThe town of B had become very lively since a cavalry regiment hadtaken up its quarters in it. Up to that date it had been mortallywearisome there. When you happened to pass through the town andglanced at its little mud houses with their incredibly gloomy aspect,the pen refuses to express what you felt. You suffered a terribleuneasiness as if you had just lost all your money at play, or hadcommitted some terrible blunder in company. The plaster covering thehouses, soaked by the rain, had fallen away in many places from theirwalls, which from white had become streaked and spotted, whilst oldreeds served to thatch them....　

CONDENSED NOVELSCONDENSED NOVELSby BRET HARTE1- Page 2-CONDENSED NOVELSHANDSOME IS AS HANDSOMEDOES.BY CHS RDE.2- Page 3-CONDENSED NOVELSCHAPTER I.The Dodds were dead. For twenty year they had slept under the greengraves of Kittery churchyard. The townfolk still spoke of them kindly. Thekeeper of the alehouse, where David had smoked his pipe, regretted him...　

The Merry Adventures of Robin Hoodby Howard PylePREFACEFROM THE AUTHOR TO THE READERYou who so plod amid serious things that you feel it shame to giveyourself up even for a few short moments to mirth and joyousnessin the land of Fancy; you who think that life hath nought to do withinnocent laughter that can harm no one; these pages are not for you.Clap to the leaves and go no farther than this, for I tell you plainlythat if you go farther you will be scandalized by seeing good,sober folks of real history so frisk and caper in gay colors and motleythat you would not know them but for the names tagged to them.Here is a stout, lusty fellow with a quick temper, yet none so ill...　

Masterman Readyby Captain Marryat( Frederick Marryat )Chapter IIt was in the month of October, 18, that the Pacific, a large ship, was running before a heavy gale of wind in the middle of the vast Atlantic Ocean. She had but little sail, for the wind was so strong, that the canvas would have been split into pieces by the furious blasts before which she was driven through the waves, which were very high, and following her almost as fast as she darted through their boiling waters; sometimes heaving up her stern and sinking her bows down so deep into the hollow of the sea, that it appeared as if she would have dived down underneath the waves; but she was a fine vessel, and the captain was a go