| | 181 | Author: | Zitkala-Sa | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Why I Am a Pagan  | | | | Published: | 1994 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | WHEN the spirit swells my breast I love to roam leisurely
among the green hills; or sometimes, sitting on the brink of the
murmuring Missouri, I marvel at the great blue overhead. With half
closed eyes I watch the huge cloud shadows in their noiseless play
upon the high bluffs opposite me, while into my ear ripple the
sweet, soft cadences of the river's song. Folded hands lie in my
lap, for the time forgot. My heart and I lie small upon
the earth like a grain of throbbing sand. Drifting clouds and
tinkling waters, together with the warmth of a genial summer day,
bespeak with eloquence the loving Mystery round about us. During
the idle while I sat upon the sunny river brink, I grew somewhat,
though my response be not so clearly manifest as in the green grass
fringing the edge of the high bluff back of me. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 182 | Author: | Zitkala-Sa | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | An Indian Teacher Among Indians | | | | Published: | 1994 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THOUGH an illness left me unable to continue my college
course, my pride kept me from returning to my mother. Had she
known of my worn condition, she would have said the white man's
papers were not worth the freedom and health I had lost by them.
Such a rebuke from my mother would have been unbearable, and as I
felt then it would be far too true to be comfortable. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 183 | Author: | Zogbaum, Rufus F. | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Life at an Indian Agency | | | | Published: | 1994 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE treatment of the aboriginal inhabitants of the territories
over which the government of the United States has extended its
sway during the last twenty-five years has been — and still
continues to be — one of the most difficult problems ever
encountered in the development of any great nation. Marching
eastward from the Pacific and westward from the turbid waters of
the Missouri, stretching in two thin blue threads from the "British
line" to the Mexican frontier, our gallant little army has steadily
closed in on the savages, "rounding up" the scattered tribes and
gathering them in upon the immense reservations of land set apart
for their use. The government has established agencies to
represent it with the various tribes with which it has made
treaties, and it is the object of this paper simply to describe the
life at one of these agencies. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 186 | Author: | Davis, Richard Harding, 1864-1916. | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Princess Aline | | | | Published: | 1994 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | H. R. H. the Princess Aline of Hohenwald came into the life of Morton Carlton
— or "Morney" Carlton, as men called him — of New York city,
when that young gentleman's affairs and affections were best suited to receive
her. Had she made her appearance three years sooner or three years later, it is
quite probable that she would have passed on out of his life with no more
recognition from him than would have been expressed in a look of admiring
curiosity. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 187 | Author: | Ferber, Edna | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Buttered Side Down | | | | Published: | 1994 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | Any one who has ever written for the magazines (nobody could
devise a more sweeping opening; it includes the iceman who does a
humorous article on the subject of his troubles, and the
neglected wife next door, who journalizes) knows that a story the scene of
which is not New York is merely junk. Take Fifth Avenue as a
framework, pad it out to five thousand words, and there you have
the ideal short story. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 188 | Author: | Jewett, Sarah Orne | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | In Dark New England Days | | | | Published: | 1994 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE last of the neighbors was going home; officious Mrs. Peter
Downs had lingered late and sought for additional housework with
which to prolong her stay. She had talked incessantly, and
buzzed like a busy bee as she helped to put away the best
crockery after the funeral supper, while the sisters Betsey and
Hannah Knowles grew every moment more forbidding and unwilling to
speak. They lighted a solitary small oil lamp at last as if for
Sunday evening idleness, and put it on the side table in the
kitchen. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 189 | Author: | Rinehart, Mary Roberts | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Circular Staircase | | | | Published: | 1994 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THIS is the story of how a middle-aged spinster lost her mind,
deserted her domestic gods in the city, took a furnished house
for the summer out of town, and found herself involved in one of
those mysterious crimes that keep our newspapers and detective
agencies happy and prosperous. For twenty years I had been
perfectly comfortable; for twenty years I had had the window-boxes filled in the spring, the carpets lifted, the awnings put
up and the furniture covered with brown linen; for as many
summers I had said good-by to my friends, and, after watching
their perspiring hegira, had settled down to a delicious quiet in
town, where the mail comes three times a day, and the water
supply does not depend on a tank on the roof. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 191 | Author: | Tarkington, Booth, 1869-1946 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Flirt | | | | Published: | 1994 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | Valentine Corliss walked up Corliss Street the hottest afternoon
of that hot August, a year ago, wearing a suit of white serge
which attracted a little attention from those observers who were
able to observe anything except the heat. The coat was shaped
delicately; it outlined the wearer, and, fitting him as women's
clothes fit women, suggested an effeminacy not an attribute of
the tall Corliss. The effeminacy belonged all to the tailor, an
artist plying far from Corliss Street, for the coat would have
encountered a hundred of its fellows at Trouville or Ostende this
very day. Corliss Street is the Avenue du Bois de Boulogne, the
Park Lane, the Fifth Avenue, of Capitol City, that smoky
illuminant of our great central levels, but although it esteems
itself an established cosmopolitan thoroughfare, it is still
provincial enough to be watchful; and even in its torrid languor
took some note of the alien garment. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
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