TOM SWIFT AND HIS ELECTRIC RUNABOUT or The Speediest Car on the RoadTOM SWIFT AND HISELECTRIC RUNABOUTor The Speediest Car onthe RoadVICTOR APPLETON1- Page 2-TOM SWIFT AND HIS ELECTRIC RUNABOUT or The Speediest Car on the RoadCHAPTER ITOM HOPES FOR A PRIZE"Father," exclaimed Tom Swift, looking up from a paper he was...　

　　THE SUMERIANS　　　　Three thousand years before the birth of Christ, the first real moves towards civilisation emerged from southern Mesopotamia, around the lower reaches of the Euphrates and Tigris rivers. Because the land was between two rivers-Sumer-the people there were called Sumerians.　　Their ethnic origins have never been explained.　　This race of people made three important contributions towards our advancement-four if you count the establishment of firmly governed munities.　　The first two were these: The measurement of time in hours, days and months; and astrology, the study of the sta　

A Plea for Captain John Brownby Henry David Thoreau[Read to the citizens of Concord, Mass., Sunday Evening, October 30, 1859.]I trust that you will pardon me for being here. I do not wish toforce my thoughts upon you, but I feel forced myself. Little as Iknow of Captain Brown, I would fain do my part to correct the toneand the statements of the newspapers, and of my countrymen generally,respecting his character and actions. It costs us nothing to bejust. We can at least express our sympathy with, and admiration...　

MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHINGMUCH ADO ABOUTNOTHINGWilliam Shakespeare15991- Page 2-MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHINGDramatis PersonaeDon Pedro, Prince of Arragon. Don John, his bastard brother. Claudio,a young lord of Florence. Benedick, a Young lord of Padua. Leonato,Governor of Messina. Antonio, an old man, his brother. Balthasar,...　

附：【本作品来自互联网,本人不做任何负责】内容版权归作者所有。1The old seaman SquireSquire Trelawney, Dr Livesey, and the others have asked me to write down all I know about Treasure Island .My name is Jim Hawkins, and I was in the story right from the start, back in 17-.I was only a boy then, and it all began at the time my father owned the Admiral Benbow inn, at Black Hill Cove .I remember so clearly the day when the old seaman came to stay-I can almost see him in front of me as I write.He arrived with his sea-chest, a tall, strong man with a cut across one cheek. He sang that old sea sang as he walked up to the inn door　

　　William Blake　　　　"Nature does not premeditate; she does not use mathematics; she does not deliberately produce whole patterns, she lets whole patterns produce themselves. Nature does what nature demands; she is beyond blame and responsibility."　　Peter S. StevensPatterns in NatureOne　　Sunday, November 23　　Paradise, Pennsylvania　　3:00 a.m.　　　　The thing Boonie loved most about dumping off Black Bridge was how altogether goddam convenient it was. Take, for example, the traveling time. Even with miniature minefields of ice booby-trapping the backroads of Hellam, he figured ten minutes tops in th　

1872FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENTHE TRAVELLING COMPANIONby Hans Christian AndersenPOOR John was very sad; for his father was so ill, he had nohope of his recovery. John sat alone with the sick man in the littleroom, and the lamp had nearly burnt out; for it was late in the night."You have been a good son, John," said the sick father, "and Godwill help you on in the world." He looked at him, as he spoke, withmild, earnest eyes, drew a deep sigh, and died; yet it appeared asif he still slept.John wept bitterly. He had no one in the wide world now; neither...　

TOM SWIFT AND HIS BIG TUNNELTOM SWIFT AND HISBIG TUNNEL(or The Hidden City of the Andes)Victor Appleton1- Page 2-TOM SWIFT AND HIS BIG TUNNELCHAPTER IAn Appeal for AidTom Swift, seated in his laboratory engaged in trying to solve apuzzling question that had arisen over one of his inventions, was startled...　

　　　　I HAD BEEN making the rounds of the Sacrifice Poles the day we heard my brother had escaped. I already knew something was going to happen; the Factory told me.　　　　At the north end of the island, near the tumbled remains of the slip where the handle of the rusty winch still creaks in an easterly wind, I had two Poles on the far face of the last dune. One of the Poles held a rat head with two dragonflies, the other a seagull and two mice. I was just sticking one of the mouse heads back on when the birds went up into the evening air, kaw-calling and screaming, wheeling over the path through 　

- 1A BOOK OF SCOUNDRELSA BOOK OFSCOUNDRELSby CHARLES WHIBLEY1- 2A BOOK OF SCOUNDRELSINTRODUCTIONThere are other manifestations of greatness than to relieve suffering orto wreck an empire. Julius Csar and John Howard are not the onlyheroes who have smiled upon the world. In the supreme adaptation ofmeans to an end there is a constant nobility, for neither ambition nor virtue...　

HOW TO TELL STORIES TO CHILDREN AND SOME STORIES TO TELLHOW TO TELLSTORIES TO CHILDRENAND SOME STORIES TOTELLBY SARA CONE BRYANT1- Page 2-HOW TO TELL STORIES TO CHILDREN AND SOME STORIES TO TELLTo My Mother THE FIRST, BEST STORY-TELLER THIS LITTLEBOOK IS DEDICATED2- Page 3-HOW TO TELL STORIES TO CHILDREN AND SOME STORIES TO TELL...　

The Portygeeby Joseph C. LincolnCHAPTER IOverhead the clouds cloaked the sky; a ragged cloak it was, and,here and there, a star shone through a hole, to be obscured almostinstantly as more cloud tatters were hurled across the rent. Thepines threshed on the hill tops. The bare branches of the wild-cherry and silverleaf trees scraped and rattled and tossed. Andthe wind, the raw, chilling December wind, driven in, wet andsalty, from the sea, tore over the dunes and brown uplands andacross the frozen salt-meadows, screamed through the telegraph...　

An Inland Voyageby Robert Louis StevensonPREFACE TO THE FIRST EDITIONTo equip so small a book with a preface is, I am half afraid, to sin against proportion. But a preface is more than an author can resist, for it is the reward of his labours. When the foundation stone is laid, the architect appears with his plans, and struts for an hour before the public eye. So with the writer in his preface: he may have never a word to say, but he must show himself for a moment in the portico, hat in hand, and with an urbane demeanour.It is best, in such circumstances, to represent a delicate sha　

　　　　I was following Derry Welfram at a prudent fifty paces when he stumbled, fell face down on the wet tarmac and lay still. I stopped, watching, as nearer hands stretched to help him up, and saw the doubt, the apprehension, the shock flower in the opening mouths of the faces around him. The word that formed in consequence in my own brain was violent, of four letters and unexpressed.　　Derry Welfram lay face down, unmoving, while the fourteen runners for the three-thirty race at York stalked closely past him, the damp jockeys looking down and back with muted curiosity, minds on the business ah　

The Metal Monsterby A. MerrittPROLOGUEBefore the narrative which follows was placed in my hands, I had never seen Dr. Walter T. Goodwin, its author.When the manuscript revealing his adventures among the pre-historic ruins of the Nan-Matal in the Carolines (The Moon Pool) had been given me by the International Association of Science for editing and revision to meet the requirements of a popular presentation, Dr. Goodwin had left America. He had explained that he was still too shaken, too depressed, to be able to recall experiences that must inevitably carry with them freshened memories of thos　

VBEHAVIORGrace, Beauty, and CapriceBuild this golden portal;Graceful women, chosen menDazzle every mortal:Their sweet and lofty countenanceHis enchanting food;He need not go to them, their formsBeset his solitude.He looketh seldom in their face,His eyes explore the ground,The green grass is a looking-glassWhereon their traits are found.Little he says to them,So dances his heart in his breast,...