| | 121 | Author: | Austin, Mary | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Jimville: A Bret Harte Town  | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | WHEN Mr. Harte found himself with a fresh palette and his
particular local color fading from the West, he did what he
considered the only safe thing, and carried his young impression
away to be worked on untroubled by any newer fact. He should have
gone to Jimville. There he would have found cast up on the ore-ribbed hills the bleached timbers of more tales, and better ones. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 122 | Author: | Austin, Mary | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Little Coyote | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | WITHOUT doubt a man's son is his son, whether the law has
spoken or no, and that the Little Coyote was the son of Moresco was
known to all Maverick and the Campoodie beyond it. In the course
of time it became known to the Little Coyote. His mother was
Choyita, who swept and mended for Moresco in the room behind the
store, which was all his home. In those days Choyita was young,
light of foot, and pretty,—very pretty for a Piute. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 123 | Author: | Austin, Mary | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Frustrate | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | I KNOW that I am a disappointed woman and that nobody cares at all
about it, not even Henry; and if anybody thought of it, it would
only be to think it ridiculous. It is ridiculous, too, with my
waist, and not knowing how to do my hair or anything. I look at
Henry sometimes of evenings, when he has his feet on the fender,
and wonder if he has the least idea how disappointed I am. I even
have days of wondering if Henry isn't disappointed, too. He might
be disappointed in himself, which would be even more dreadful; but
I don't suppose we shall ever find out about each other. It is
part of my disappointment that Henry has never seemed to want to
find out. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 126 | Author: | Austin, Mary | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The White Hour | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | WHEN it was told Mono John that a daughter was born to him, he
named her after the most admirable white woman he knew, Eva Lee
Matheson, teacher of the Tres Pinos school. He named her by ear,
so that the child came to be called Evaly. Later, when she went to
school, and understood that children must be known by their
father's names, she called herself Evaly John. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 128 | Author: | Austin, Mary | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Mahala Joe | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | IN the campoodie of Three Pines, which you probably know
better by its Spanish name of Tres Pinos, there is an Indian, well
thought of among his own people, who goes about wearing a woman's
dress, and is known as Mahala Joe. He should be about fifty years
old by this time, and has a quiet, kindly face. Sometimes he tucks
up the skirt of his woman's dress over a pair of blue overalls when
he has a man's work to do, but at feasts and dances he wears a
ribbon around his waist and a handkerchief on his head as the other
mahalas do. He is much looked to because of his knowledge of white
people and their ways, and if it were not for the lines of deep
sadness that fall in his face when at rest, one might forget that
the woman's gear is the badge of an all but intolerable shame. At
least it was so used by the Paiutes, but when you have read this
full and true account of how it was first put on, you may not think
it so. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 131 | Author: | Austin, Mary | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | A Shepherd of the Sierras | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE two ends of this story belong, one to Pierre Jullien, and
the other to the lame coyote in the pack of the Ceriso. Pierre
will have it that the Virgin is at the bottom of the whole affair.
However that may be, it is known that Pierre Jullien has not lost
so much as a lamb of the flocks since the burning of Black
Mountain. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 135 | Author: | Austin, Mary | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Little Town of the Grape Vines | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THERE are still some places in the West where the quail cry,
" Cuidado;" where all the speech is soft, all the manners
gentle; where all the dishes have chile in them, and they make
more of the Sixteenth of September than they do of the Fourth of
July. I mean in particular El Pueblo de Los Vinos Uvas. Where it
lies, how to come at it, you will not get from me; rather would I
show you the heron's nest in the Tulares. It has a peak behind it,
glinting above the Tamarack pines; above, a breaker of ruddy hills
that have a long slope valley-wards, and the shore-ward steep of
waves toward the Sierras. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 136 | Author: | Austin, Mary | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Walking Woman | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE first time of my hearing of her was at Temblor. We had
come all one day between blunt whitish bluffs rising from mirage
water, with a thick pale wake of dust billowing from the wheels,
all the dead wall of the foothills sliding and shimmering with
heat, to learn that the Walking Woman had passed us somewhere in
the dizzying dimness, going down to the Tulares on her own feet.
We heard of her again in the Carrisal, and again at Adobe Station,
where she had passed a week before the shearing, and at last I had
a glimpse of her at the Eighteen-Mile House as I went hurriedly
northward on the Mojave stage; and afterward sheepherders at whose
camps she slept, and cowboys at rodeos, told me as much of her way
of life as they could understand. Like enough they told her as
much of mine. That was very little. She was the Walking Woman,
and no one knew her name, but because she was a sort of whom men
speak respectfully, they called her to her face, Mrs. Walker, and
she answered to it if she was so inclined. She came and went about
our western world on no discoverable errand, and whether she had
some place of refuge where she lay by in the interim, or whether
between her seldom, unaccountable appearances in our quarter she
went on steadily walking, was never learned. She came and went,
oftenest in a kind of muse of travel which the untrammeled space
begets, or at rare intervals flooding wondrously with talk, never
of herself, but of things she had known and seen. She must have
seen some rare happenings too—by report. She was at Maverick the
time of the Big Snow, and at Tres Pinos when they brought home the
body of Morena; and if anybody could have told whether de Borba
killed Mariana for spite or defense, it would have been she, only
she could not be found when most wanted. She was at Tunawai at the
time of the cloud-burst, and if she had cared for it could have
known most desirable things of the ways of trail-making, burrow-habiting small things. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 137 | Author: | Austin, Mary | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Return of Mr. Wills | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | MRS. WILLS had lived seventeen years with Mr. Wills, and when he
left her for three, those three were so much the best of her
married life that she wished he had never come back. The only real
trouble with Mr. Wills was that he should never have moved West.
Back East, I suppose, they breed such men because they need them,
but they ought really to keep them there. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 138 | Author: | Austin, Mary | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Spring o' the Year | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | WHEN Don Pedro Ruiz, owner of five hundred fat wethers and two
hundred ewes, was a little bowed in the back and a little frosty
about the temples, a sickness got abroad among his sheep and took
a good half of them. The next year a bear stampeded the flock
toward a forty-foot barranca over which two hundred pitched to
destruction. After that Don Pedro went down to La Liebre and hired
out as a herder. The superintendent thereupon gave him a lamb
band, flock-wise, seasoned ewes, mostly with twin lambs; and
because there was old kindness between him and the superintendent
of La Liebre, and because he had by long usage established a right
to much good pasture in the neighborhood of Wild Rose, Don Pedro
was allowed to take the flock out in his own charge, with a couple
of dogs, and no companion herder except to set him on his way. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 139 | Author: | Barrows, Samuel J. | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | What the Southern Negro is Doing for Himself | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | FOR twenty-six years the Negro has had his freedom, and now the
question is, What use has he made of it? I have just returned from
an extended trip through the South, arranged and made solely for
the purpose of getting an answer to the question, What is the
colored man doing for himself? I have traveled through Virginia,
the Carolinas, Georgia, Alabama, Mississippi, Louisiana, returning
through Tennessee, the District of Columbia, and Maryland. In the
course of this journey, covering 3500 miles, I have visited
schools, colleges, and industrial institutions in most of the large
centres of the South, from Baltimore to New Orleans. I have gone
through the Black Belt, inspected the agricultural districts,
visited farms and cabins, and have seen every phase of Negro life,
from the destitution of the one-room cabin to the homes of the
comfortable and prosperous, and every degree of social standing,
from the convicts in the chain gang in the New Orleans Parish
prison and the Birmingham mines to ministers, lawyers, doctors, and
bankers on the top round of the social ladder. As a result of this
observation and experience, I have some interesting evidence as to
what the Negro is doing for himself. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
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