The Story of Little Black SamboThe Story of Little Black Mingoby Helen BannermanThe Story of Little Black SamboBy Helen BannermanPREFACE.There is very little to say about the story of LITTLE BLACKSAMBO. Once upon a time there was an English lady in India,where black children abound and tigers are everyday affairs,who had two little girls. To amuse these little girls sheused now and then to invent stories, for which, beingextremely talented, she also drew and coloured the pictures.Among these stories LITTLE BLACK SAMBO, which was made up on a...
Five Talesby John Galsworthy"Life calls the tune, we dance."CONTENTS:THE FIRST AND LASTA STOICTHE APPLE TREETHE JURYMANINDIAN SUMMER OF A FORSYTETHE FIRST AND LAST"So the last shall be first, and the first last."HOLY WRIT.It was a dark room at that hour of six in the evening, when just the single oil reading-lamp under its green shade let fall a dapple of light over the Turkey carpet; over the covers of books taken out of the bookshelves, and the open pages of the one selected; over the deep blue and gold of the coffee service on the little old stool with its Oriental embroidery. Very dark i
The Heir of Redclyffeby Charlotte M. YoungeCHAPTER 1In such pursuits if wisdom lies,Who, Laura, can thy taste despise?GAYThe drawing-room of Hollywell House was one of the favoured apartments,where a peculiar air of home seems to reside, whether seen in themiddle of summer, all its large windows open to the garden, or, as whenour story commences, its bright fire and stands of fragrant green-houseplants contrasted with the wintry fog and leafless trees of November.There were two persons in the rooma young lady, who sat drawing at...
HE SEEMED INCAPABLE of creating such chaos, but much of what he saw below could be blamed on him. And that was fine. He was ninety-one, paralyzed, strapped in a wheelchair and hooked to oxygen. His second stroke seven years ago had almost finished him off, but Abraham Rosenberg was still alive and even with tubes in his nose his legal stick was bigger than the other eight. He was the only legend remaining on the Court, and the fact that he was still breathing irritated most of the mob below. He sat in a small wheelchair in an office on the main floor of the Supreme Court Building. Hi
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 of...
STORIESSTORIESby English Authors in Africa1- Page 2-STORIESTHE MYSTERY OF SASASSAVALLEYBY A. CONAN DOYLEDo I know why Tom Donahue is called "Lucky Tom"? Yes, I do; andthat is more than one in ten of those who call him so can say. I haveknocked about a deal in my time, and seen some strange sights, but none...
Speaking of OperationsSpeaking of Operationsby Irvin S. CobbRespectfully dedicated to two classes:Those who have already been operated on Those who have not yetbeen operated on1- Page 2-Speaking of OperationsNow that the last belated bill for services professionally rendered hasbeen properly paid and properly receipted; now that the memory of the...
A DREAM OF JOHN BALLA DREAM OF JOHNBALLBy William Morris1- Page 2-A DREAM OF JOHN BALLCHAPTER ITHE MEN OF KENTSometimes I am rewarded for fretting myself so much about presentmatters by a quite unasked-for pleasant dream. I mean when I am asleep.This dream is as it were a present of an architectural peep-show. I see...
The Costby David Graham PhillipsCONTENTSCHAPTERI A FATHER INVITES DISASTERII OLIVIA TO THE RESCUEIII AND SCARBOROUGHIV A DUMONT TRIUMPHV FOUR FRIENDSVI "LIKE HIS FATHER"VII PAULINE AWAKENSVIII THE DECISIONIX A THOROUGHBRED RUNS AWAYX MRS. JOHN DUMONTXI YOUNG AMERICAXII AFTER EIGHT YEARSXIII "MY SISTER IN LAW, GLADYSXIV STRAINING AT THE ANCHORS...
The Enchanted BluffWe had our swim before sundown, and while we were cooking oursupper the oblique rays of light made a dazzling glare on the whitesand about us. The translucent red ball itself sank behind thebrown stretches of cornfield as we sat down to eat, and the warmlayer of air that had rested over the water and our clean sand bargrew fresher and smelled of the rank ironweed and sunflowersgrowing on the flatter shore. The river was brown and sluggish,like any other of the half-dozen streams that water the Nebraska...
Dream Life and Real Life A Little African StoryDream Life and Real LifeA Little African Storyby Olive Schreiner1- Page 2-Dream Life and Real Life A Little African StoryAuthor of "The Story of an African Farm" and "Dreams"Dedication.To My Brother Fred,For whose little school magazine the first of these tiny storiesone of the first I ever madewas written out many long years ago....
ELECBOOK CLASSICSBARNABYRUDGECharles Dickens- Page 2-BARNABYRUDGEA TALE OF THE RIOTSOF ‘EIGHTY’Charles Dickens- Page 3-Barnaby Rudge 4ContentsClick on number to go to ChapterChapter 1................................................................................................13...
EARLY KINGS OF NORWAY.EARLY KINGS OFNORWAY.by Thomas Carlyle1- Page 2-EARLY KINGS OF NORWAY.The Icelanders, in their long winter, had a great habit of writing; andwere, and still are, excellent in penmanship, says Dahlmann. It is to thisfact, that any little history there is of the Norse Kings and their oldtragedies, crimes and heroisms, is almost all due. The Icelanders, it seems,...
FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENWHAT THE MOON SAWby Hans Christian AndersenINTRODUCTIONINTRODUCTIONIT is a strange thing, when I feel most fervently and most deeply,my hands and my tongue seem alike tied, so that I cannot rightlydescribe or accurately portray the thoughts that are rising within me;and yet I am a painter; my eye tells me as much as that, and all myfriends who have seen my sketches and fancies say the same.I am a poor lad, and live in one of the narrowest of lanes; but...
Letters of George Borrow to the British and Foreign Bible SocietyLETTER: February 10th, 1833To the Rev. J. JowettWILLOW LANE, ST. GILES, NORWICH,FEB. 10TH, 1833.REVD. AND DEAR SIR, - I have just received your communication, and notwithstanding it is Sunday morning, and the bells with their loud and clear voices are calling me to church, I have sat down to answer it by return of post. It is scarcely necessary for me to say that I was rejoiced to see the Chrestomathie Mandchou, which will be of no slight assistance in learning the Tartar dialect, on which ever since I left London I have
To love, and bear; to hope till Hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates. Percy Bysshe Shelley, Prometheus Unbound Prologue False Angels JERUSALEM The wound was their path. Nathan Lee Swift sat strapped in the belly of the cargo helicopter with a dozen assorted archangels, looking down upon what little remained. The earthquake was visible mostly by what was no longer visible. Cities and villages had simply vanished in puffs of dust. Even his ruins were gone. The map had gone blank. The air was hot. It was summer. There was no horizon. The sands stretched into haze. He felt