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by Jack London “A bidarka, is it not so? Look! a bidarka, and one man who drives clumsily with a paddle!” Old Bask-Wah-Wan rose to

by Washington Irving Sir, I am somewhat of the same way of thinking, in regard to names, with that profound philosopher, Mr. Shandy, the elder,

by Rudyard Kipling There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin, The dew on his wet robe hung heavy and chill; Ere the

by Jack London HE had followed the trail of his fleeing people for eleven days, and his pursuit had been in itself a flight; for

Nég Créol by Kate Chopin AT the remote period of his birth he had been named César François Xavier, but no one ever thought of

Neighbors by Anton Chekhov PYOTR MIHALITCH IVASHIN was very much out of humour: his sister, a young girl, had gone away to live with Vlassitch,

by O. Henry “We sail at eight in the morning on the Celtic,” said Honoria, plucking a loose thread from her lace sleeve. “I heard

by Louisa May Alcott Nelly sat beside her mother picking lint; butwhile her fingers flew, her eyes often lookedwistfully out into the meadow, golden withbuttercups,

Nerves by Anton Chekhov DMITRI OSIPOVITCH VAXIN, the architect, returned from town to his holiday cottage greatly impressed by the spiritualistic sance at which he

by Henry Lawson It was dark enough for anything in Dead Man’s Gap — a round, warm, close darkness, in which retreating sounds seemed to

Never Bet the Devil Your Head by Edgar Allan Poe “Con tal que las costumbres de un autor ,” says Don Thomas de las Torres,

by O. Henry Away out in the Creek Nation we learned things about New York. We were on a hunting trip, and were camped one

by James Fenimore Cooper THE increase of the towns of Manhattan, as, for the sake of convenience, we shall term New York and her adjuncts,

by Mark Twain [ Written about 1871.] Niagara Falls is a most enjoyable place of resort. The hotels are excellent, and the prices not at

by O. Henry He compelled my interest as he stepped from the ferry at Desbrosses Street. He had the air of being familiar with hemispheres

by Maxim Gorky The timber-built town of Buev, a town which has several times been burnt to the ground, lies huddled upon a hillock above

Night-Sketches by Nathaniel Hawthorne BENEATH AN UMBRELLA. Pleasant is a rainy winter’s day within-doors. The best study for such a day—or the best amusement: call

by Charles Dickens He lived on the bank of a mighty river, broad and deep, which was always silently rolling on to a vast undiscovered

Noblesse by Mary E. Wilkins Freeman MARGARET LEE encountered in her late middle age the rather singular strait of being entirely alone in the world.

by O. Henry To avoid having this book hurled into corner of the room by the suspicious reader, I will assert in time that this

by Rex Ellingwood Beach Big George was drinking, and the activities of the little Arctic mining camp were paralysed. Events invariably ceased their progress and

by Robert Barr Even a stranger to the big town walking for the first time through London, sees on the sides of the houses many

by Bret Harte PART I–IN THE FIELD It was near the close of an October day that I began to be disagreeably conscious of the