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![Tales of the Wild and the Wonderful [1867]](https://pdfbooksworld.isosite.org/image/cache/catalog/2625-150x180.jpg "Tales of the Wild and the Wonderful [1867]")
Mary Diana Dods 1t5sk
Pause one moment, gentle Reader—only one little moment will I detain you, while I reply to the question which I have supposed you to ask in the title-page. Blame not me, I beseech you, if you are compelled to make the usual accusation against authors, that there is nothing new in the pages which I diffidently present to you: I am sorry for it.. 2f5g1x
Edwin Balmer 655r5l
The quick, quiet unlocking and then the closing of the hall door on the floor below told me that Jerry had come in; so I sat up, roused as I always was when I felt him about. He put life into any place,—even into an Astor Street marble mansion in the somnolence of two-thirty on a morning after everybody else has gone to bed.Since my light was on, a..
Joseph Cundall 5s6356
Tales of Robin Hood and his merry foresters were the delight of my boyhood. Many an hour which my school-fellows spent in games of cricket or leap-frog, I ed happily away in the rustic arbour that we had built in the corner of our play-ground, deeply intent upon a volume of old ballads that chance had thrown before me. Sometimes a companion or ..
George L. Aiken 6g17g
The surveying party were camped upon the banks of the Columbia River, a short distance from the mouth of its confluent, the Yakima.This party consisted of the two surveyors—Owen Blaikie, a bluff, middle-aged Scotchman, long since “naturalized” to this country, and Cyrus Robbins, a shrewd young Yankee, twelve United States soldiers under command of ..
Robert W. Krepps 5g1d1j
Water, cool and terrible and yet incredibly wondrous to lips and blackened gums that had tasted nothing save blood for what must surely be centuries, dribbled down across his cheeks, ran into his mouth, reached through his rasped throat for his belly. He gurgled and thought he was drowning, and it seemed a splendid death.But he had something to say..
Henry Oyen 5g1e1x
George Chanler’s offer of a position as literary secretary of his Arctic expedition came to me one fine May morning when I was sitting at my desk, glooming from an eighteenth-story height down upon the East River, and dreading to begin the day’s work.I had sat so for many mornings past. I was not happy; I was a failure. I was thirty years old, had ..
Ross Rocklynne j6x3
The Unterzuyder map was out of hiding. Relayed on a grapevine that spanned the planets, the news caught on big in Marsport. Bigger Bailes sat at a beer-bottle-colored glass desk in his underworld retreat, announcing his intent to claim the reward money that for eighty-five years had been piling up at compound interest in the Terra-First National Ba..
Harry St. George 2w5r2a
It was a beautiful scene. Not a cloud marred the vast blue dome of heaven. Autumn reigned supreme in the Lone Star State, where brave Houston fought, and valiant Bowie fell at the Alamo. Near the Comanche ground on the far north-western border of the State we would bring the reader on this bright, cheerful morning in October.The prairie which, a mo..