January 1954　　The Boeing C-97 Stratocruiser bore the look of a crypt. Perhaps the image was bred by the cold winter night, or perhaps it came from the gusting snow that was piling an icy shroud on the wings and fuselage. The flickering lights from the cockpit windshield and the fleeting shadows of the maintenance crew served only to exaggerate the chilling scene.　Major Raymond Vylander, United States Air Force, did not care for what he saw. He watched silently as the fuel truck drove away and vanished into the stormy darkness. The loading ramp was dropped from the rear of the great whalelike　

Desert Goldby Zane GreyCONTENTSPrologueI. Old FriendsII. Mercedes CastanedaIII. A Flight Into The DesertIV. Forlorn RiverV. A Desert RoseVI. The YaquiVII. White HorsesVIII. The Running of Blanco SolIX. An Interrupted SiestaX. RojasXI. Across Cactus and LavaXII. The Crater of HellXIII. Changes at Forlorn RiverXIV. A Lost SonXV. Bound In The DesertXVI. Mountain SheepXVII. The Whistle of a HorseXVIII. Reality Against DreamsXIX. The Secret of Forlorn River...　

The American RepublicCONSTITUTION, TENDENCIES, AND DESTINYby O. A. BrownsonTO THEHON. GEORGE BANCROFT,THE ERUDITE, PHILOSOPHICAL, AND ELOQUENTHistorian of the United States,THIS FEEBLE ATTEMPT TO SET FORTH THE PRINCIPLES OF GOVERN-MENT, AND TO EXPLAIN AND DEFEND THE CONSTITUTION OFTHE AMERICAN REPUBLIC, IS RESPECTFULLY DEDICATED,IN MEMORY OF OLD FRIENDSHIP, AND AS ASLIGHT HOMAGE TO GENIUS, ABILITY,PATRIOTISM, PRIVATE WORTH,AND PUBLIC SERVICE,BY THE AUTHOR.CONTENTS.PAGE...　

Disclaimer　　　　　　There is more than one reason why the Crown finds this overimaginative work most unacceptable.　　　First and foremost, of course, is that it purports to be about a planet called "Earth" and no such planet exists under that name or its pretended astrographic designation of Blito-P3. Admittedly, it has been cleverly created down to characters and locations. That is the precise danger for the unsuspecting reader.　　　It is also claimed that "Earth" is on the Invasion Timetable and thus scheduled for capture. The Timetable bequeathed by our ancestors has the status of Divine mand. It 　

1861REPRESENTATIVE GOVERNMENTby John Stuart MillPREFACE.THOSE who have done me the honour of reading my previous writings will probably receive no strong impression of novelty from the present volume; for the principles are those to which I have been working up during the greater part of my life, and most of the practical suggestions have been anticipated by others or by myself. There is novelty, however, in the fact of bringing them together, and exhibiting them in their connection; and also, I believe, in much that is brought forward in their support. Several of the opinions at all events, 　

Riders of the Purple Sageby Zane GreyCHAPTER I. LASSITERA sharp clip-crop of iron-shod hoofs deadened and died away, and clouds of yellow dust drifted from under the cottonwoods out over the sage.Jane Withersteen gazed down the wide purple slope with dreamy and troubled eyes. A rider had just left her and it was his message that held her thoughtful and almost sad, awaiting the churchmen who were coming to resent and attack her right to befriend a Gentile.She wondered if the unrest and strife that had lately come to the little village of Cottonwoods was to involve her. And then she sighed, rem　

Personal Memoirs of P.H.Sheridan V2 of 2by Philip Henry SheridanVOLUME II.CHAPTER I.ORGANIZING SCOUTSMISS REBECCA WRIGHTIMPORTANT INFORMATIONDECIDETO MOVE ON NEWTOWNMEETING GENERAL GRANTORGANIZATION OF THE UNIONARMYOPENING OF THE BATTLE OF THE OPEQUONDEATH OF GENERAL RUSSELL--A TURNING MOVEMENTA SUCCESSFUL CAVALRY CHARGEVICTORYTHREELOYAL GIRLSAPPOINTED A BRIGADIER-GENERAL IN THE REGULAR ARMYREMARKS ON THE BATTLE.While occupying the ground between Clifton and Berryville, referredto in the last chapter of the preceding volume, I felt the need of an...　

　　The whine of Troft thrusters drifted in through the window on the late-summer breezes, jarring Jonny Moreau awake. For one heart-wrenching moment he was back in the midst of the Adirondack war; but as he tipped his recliner back to vertical the abrupt stab of pain in elbows and knees snapped him back to the present. For a minute he just sat there, gazing out the window at the Capitalia skyline and trying to bring his brain and body back on-line. Then, reaching carefully to his desk, he jabbed at the inter button on his phone. "Yes, Governor?" Theron Yutu said.　Jonny leaned back in his chair　

The Works of Edgar Allan PoeVolume 3 of the Raven EditionIN FIVE VOLUMESContents Volume IIINarrative of A. Gordon PymLigeiaMorellaA Tale of the Ragged MountainsThe SpectaclesKing PestThree Sundays in a WeekNARRATIVE OF A. GORDON PYMINTRODUCTORY NOTEUPON my return to the United States a few months ago, after theextraordinary series of adventure in the South Seas and elsewhere, ofwhich an account is given in the following pages, accident threw meinto the society of several gentlemen in Richmond, Va., who felt deepinterest in all matters relating to the regions I had visited, and...　

The Story of an African Farmby Olive Schreiner (Ralph Iron)Preface.I have to thank cordially the public and my critics for the reception theyhave given this little book.Dealing with a subject that is far removed from the round of English dailylife, it of necessity lacks the charm that hangs about the idealrepresentation of familiar things, and its reception has therefore been themore kindly.A word of explanation is necessary. Two strangers appear on the scene, andsome have fancied that in the second they have again the first, who returns...　

The Magic Skinby Honore de BalzacTranslated by Ellen MarriageTo Monsieur Savary, Member of Le Academie des Sciences.ITHE TALISMANTowards the end of the month of October 1829 a young man entered thePalais-Royal just as the gaming-houses opened, agreeably to the lawwhich protects a passion by its very nature easily excisable. Hemounted the staircase of one of the gambling hells distinguished bythe number 36, without too much deliberation."Your hat, sir, if you please?" a thin, querulous voice called out. A...　

Cleopatraby H. Rider HaggardDEDICATIONMy dear Mother,I have for a long while hoped to be allowed to dedicate some bookof mine to you, and now I bring you this work, because whateverits shortcomings, and whatever judgment may be passed upon it byyourself and others, it is yet the one I should wish you toaccept.I trust that you will receive from my romance of "Cleopatra" somesuch pleasure as lightened the labour of its building up; and thatit may convey to your mind a picture, however imperfect, of the...　

Pagan & Christian Creeds: Their Origin and Meaningby Edward Carpenter"The different religions being lame attempts to represent undervarious guises this one root-fact of the central universal life,men have at all times clung to the religious creeds and ritualsand ceremonials as symbolising in some rude way the redemptionand fulfilment of their own most intimate naturesand thiswhether consciously understanding the interpretations, or whether(as most often) only doing so in an unconscious or quitesubconscious way."The Drama of Love and Death, p. 96....　

Father Goriotby Honore de BalzacTranslated by Ellen MarriageTo the great and illustrious Geoffroy Saint-Hilaire, a token of admiration for his works and genius. DE BALZAC.Mme. Vauquer (nee de Conflans) is an elderly person, who for the past forty years has kept a lodging-house in the Rue Nueve- Sainte-Genevieve, in the district that lies between the Latin Quarter and the Faubourg Saint-Marcel. Her house (known in the neighborhood as the Maison Vauquer) receives men and women, old and young, and no word has ever been breathed against her respectable establishment; but, at the same time, it mus　

The Lily of the Valleyby Honore de BalzacTranslated by Katharine Prescott WormeleyDEDICATIONTo Monsieur J. B. Nacquart,Member of the Royal Academy of Medicine.Dear DoctorHere is one of the most carefully hewn stones in thesecond course of the foundation of a literary edifice which I haveslowly and laboriously constructed. I wish to inscribe your nameupon it, as much to thank the man whose science once saved me asto honor the friend of my daily life.De Balzac.THE LILY OF THE VALLEYENVOIFelix de Vandenesse to Madame la Comtesse Natalie de Manerville:...　

The Memoirs of Cardinal de Retzby Cardinal de RetzHISTORIC COURT MEMOIRS.THE ENTIRE MEMOIRS OF JEAN FRANCOIS PAUL de GONDI, CARDINAL DE RETZWritten by HimselfBeing Historic Court Memoirs of the Great Events during the Minority ofLouis XIV. and the Administration of Cardinal Mazarin.ORIGINAL PREFACE.Our Author, John Francis Paul de Gondi, Cardinal de Retz, Sovereign of Commercy, Prince of Euville, second Archbishop of Paris, Abbot of Saint Denis in France, was born at Montmirail, in Brie, in October, 1614.His father was Philippe Emanuel de Gondi, Comte, de Joigni, General of the Galleys of Fra