| | 81 | Author: | Garland, Hamlin | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Drifting Crane  | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE people of Boomtown invariably spoke of Henry Wilson as the
oldest settler in the Jim Valley, as he was of Buster County; but
the Eastern man, with his ideas of an "old settler," was surprised
as he met the short, silent, middle-aged man, who was very loath to
tell anything about himself, and about whom many strange and
thrilling stories were told by good story-tellers. In 1870 he was
the only settler in the upper part of the valley, living alone on
the banks of the Elm, a slow, tortuous stream pulsing lazily down
the valley, too small to be called a river and too long to be
called a creek. For two years, it is said, Wilson had only the
company of his cattle, especially during the winter-time, and now
and then a visit from an Indian, or a trapper after mink and musk-rats. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 82 | Author: | Glaspell, Susan, 1882-1948 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Man of Flesh and Blood. | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE elements without were not in harmony with the spirit which it
was desired should be engendered within. By music, by gay
decorations, by speeches from prominent men, the board in charge of
the boys' reformatory was striving to throw about this dedication
of the new building an atmosphere of cheerfulness and good-will —
an atmosphere vibrant with the kindness and generosity which emanated
from the State, and the thankfulness, appreciation, and loyalty
which it was felt should emanate from the boys. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 83 | Author: | McGlasson, Eva Wilder | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Minnehaha | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | SHE came out on the porch of the small, trim-looking house, and
stood restlessly fumbling with the broad gold band on her fore-finger. Her middle-aged face exhibited a sort of stolid distress.
The lips were purple and puckered. The wide, pale cheeks were
streaked with dull red. In her cold blue eyes, as they took
acrimonious stock of the medium's poor, weather-beaten house over
the way, a perturbed spark flickered. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 85 | Author: | Gorren, Aline | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Womanliness as a Profession | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE question here discussed was one sure to arise, among us,
in America, sooner or later; and one, among the thoughtful, and
those who watch the signs of the future, also sure to arouse
interest of a special and peculiar kind. With the increasing
facilities for the higher intellectual development now offered to
the American woman, along with her sisters the world over—only in
greater degree, and more generally, to the American woman than to
any other—the effect which such development would have upon her
essential womanliness was bound to become a matter of anxious
observation. It is so become, in many quarters, now. People are
trying to find out how the "higher education" affects the women of
other countries, and seeking to compare the notes and suggestions
thus gathered up with what is to be seen here. Whether the higher
education shall be given the sex is no longer at all the affair
considered. It is conceded that the thing must be done; the
experiment is made; the point now is to observe what will come
next. For, certainly, unless we were very short-sighted, we were
prepared for the fact that something would come next. One subjects
nothing organic to a changed environment with any sane impression
that it will remain exactly as it was before the change. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 86 | Author: | Grahame, Kenneth | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Wind in the Willows | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE Mole had been working very hard all the morning, spring-cleaning his little home. First with brooms, then with dusters;
then on ladders and steps and chairs, with a brush and a pail of
whitewash; till he had dust in his throat and eyes, and splashes
of whitewash all over his black fur, and an aching back and weary
arms. Spring was moving in the air above and in the earth below
and around him, penetrating even his dark and lowly little house
with its spirit of divine discontent and longing. It was small
wonder, then, that he suddenly flung down his brush on the floor,
said `Bother!'
and `O blow!' and also `Hang spring-cleaning!'
and bolted out of the house without even waiting to put on his
coat. Something up above was calling him imperiously, and he
made for the steep little tunnel which answered in his case to
the gravelled carriage-drive owned by animals whose residences
are nearer to the sun and air. So he scraped and scratched and
scrabbled and scrooged and then he scrooged again and scrabbled
and scratched and scraped, working busily with his little paws
and muttering to himself, `Up we go! Up we go!' till at last,
pop! his snout came out into the sunlight, and he found himself
rolling in the warm grass of a great meadow. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 87 | Author: | Grinnell, George Bird | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Indian on the Reservation | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | WHEN an Indian tribe had given up fighting, surrendered to the
whites, and taken up a reservation life, its position was that of a group
of men in the stone age of development, suddenly brought into contact
with modern methods, and required on the instant to renounce all they
had ever been taught and all they had inherited; to alter their practices of
life, their beliefs, and their ways of thought; and to conform to manners
and ways representing the highest point reached by civilization. It is
beyond the power of our imagination to grasp the actual meaning to any
people of such a condition of things. History records no similar case
with which we can compare it. And if it is hard for us to comprehend
such a situation, what must it have been for the savage to understand it,
and, still more, to act it out? | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 88 | Author: | Gronniosaw, James Albert Ukawsaw | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | A narrative of the most remarkable particulars in the life of
James Albert Ukawsaw Gronniosaw, an African prince, written by
himself. | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | I WAS born in the city of Baurnou, my mother was the eldest daughter of the
reigning King there. I was the youngest of six children, and particularly
loved by my mother, and my grand-father almost doated on me. I had,
from my infancy, a curious turn of mind ; was more grave and
reserved, in my disposition, than either of my brothers and sisters, I
often teazed them with questions they could not answer ; for which
reason they disliked me, as they supposed that I was either foolish or
insane. 'T was certain that I was, at times, very unhappy in myself : It
being strongly impressed on my mind that there was some GREAT
MAN of power which resided above the sun, moon and stars, the
objects of our worship. — My dear, indulgent mother would bear
more with me than any of my friends beside. — I often raised
my hand to heaven, and asked her who lived there ?
Was much dissatisfied when she told me the sun, moon and stars, being
persuaded, in my own mind, that there must be some SUPERIOR
POWER. — I was
frequently lost in wonder at the works of the creation : Was afraid, and
uneasy, and restless, but could not tell for what. I wanted to be
informed of things that no person could tell me ; and was always
dissatisfied. — These wonderful impressions began in my
childhood, and followed me continually till I left my parents, which
affords me matter of admiration and thankfulness. To this moment I
grew more and more uneasy every day, insomuch that one Saturday
(which is the day on which we kept our sabbath) I laboured under
anxieties and fears that cannot be expressed ; and, what is more
extraordinary, I could not give a reason for it. — I rose, as our
custom is, about three o'clock (as we are obliged to be at our place of
worship an hour before the sun rise) we say nothing in our worship, but
continue on our knees with our hands held up, observing a strict silence
till the sun is at a certain height, which I suppose to be about 10 or 11
o'clock in England : When, at a certain sign made
by the Priest, we get up (our duty being over) and disperse to our
different houses. — Our place of meeting is under a large palm
tree ; we divide ourselves into many congregations ; as it is impossible
for the same tree to cover the inhabitants of the whole city, though they
are extremely large, high and majestic ; the beauty and usefulness of
them are not to be described ; they supply the inhabitants of the country
with meat, drink and clothes ; * the body of
the palm tree is very large ; at a certain season of the year they tap it,
and bring vessels to receive the wine, of which they draw great
quantities, the quality of which is very delicious : The leaves of this
tree are of a silky nature ; they are large and soft ; when they are dried
and pulled to pieces, it has much the same appearance as the English
flax, and the inhabitants of BOURNOU manufacture it for clothing,
&c. This tree likewise produces a plant, or substance, which has
the appearance of a cabbage, and very like it, in taste almost the same :
It grows between the branches. Also the palm tree produces a nut,
something like a cocoa, which contains a kernel, in which is a
large quantity of milk, very pleasant to the taste : The shell is of a hard
substance, and of a very beautiful appearance, and serves for basons,
bowls, &c. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 89 | Author: | Hapgood, Isabel F. | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Count Tolstoi and the Public Censor | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | IT is a well-known fact that the sympathy between Count Lyof
Tolstoi and the censor of the Russian press is the reverse of
profound. Nevertheless, the manner in which the two men are
working together, unwittingly, for the confusion of the count's
future literary executors and editors, furnishes a subject of
interest, not unmixed with amusement, to spectators in a land which
is not burdened with an official censor. The extent of the
censorship exercised over the first eleven volumes of his works
will probably never be known. But the twelfth volume is a literary
curiosity, which can be appreciated only after a comparison of its
contents as printed there with the manuscript copies of works
prohibited in Russia, or with copies of such works printed out of
Russia. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 91 | Author: | Hawthorne, Nathaniel, 1804-1864 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Snow-Image: A Childish Miracle | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | One afternoon of a cold winter's day, when the sun
shone forth with chilly brightness, after a long storm,
two children asked leave of their mother to run out and
play in the new-fallen snow. The elder child was a
little girl, whom, because she was of a tender and modest
disposition, and was thought to be very beautiful, her
parents, and other people who were familiar with her,
used to call Violet. But her brother was known by the
style and title of Peony, on account of the ruddiness of
his broad and round little phiz, which made everybody
think of sunshine and great scarlet flowers. The father
of these two children, a certain Mr. Lindsey, it is
important to say, was an excellent but exceedingly matter
of fact sort of man, a dealer in hardware, and was
sturdily accustomed to take what is called the
common-sense view of all matters that came
under his consideration. With a heart about as tender as
other people's, he had a head as hard and impenetrable,
and therefore, perhaps, as empty, as one of the iron pots
which it was a part of his business to sell. The
mother's character, on the other hand, had a strain of
poetry in it, a trait of unworldly beauty,—a delicate
and dewy flower, as it were, that had survived out of her
imaginative youth, and still kept itself alive amid the
dusty realities of matrimony and motherhood. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 93 | Author: | Howells, W. D. | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | "Mr. Charles W. Chesnutt's Stories." | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE critical reader of the story called The Wife of his Youth,
which appeared in these pages two years ago, must have noticed
uncommon traits in what was altogether a remarkable piece of work.
The first was the novelty of the material; for the writer dealt not
only with people who were not white, but with people who were not
black enough to contrast grotesquely with white people,—who in
fact were of that near approach to the ordinary American in race
and color which leaves, at the last degree, every one but the
connoisseur in doubt whether they are Anglo-Saxon or Anglo-African.
Quite as striking as this novelty of the material was the author's
thorough mastery of it, and his unerring knowledge of the life he
had chosen in its peculiar racial characteristics. But above all,
the story was notable for the passionless handling of a phase of
our common life which is tense with potential tragedy; for the
attitude, almost ironical, in which the artist observes the play of
contesting emotions in the drama under his eyes; and for his
apparently reluctant, apparently helpless consent to let the
spectator know his real feeling in the matter. Any one accustomed
to study methods in fiction, to distinguish between good and bad
art, to feel the joy which the delicate skill possible only from a
love of truth can give, must have known a high pleasure in the
quiet self-restraint of the performance; and such a reader would
probably have decided that the social situation in the piece was
studied wholly from the outside, by an observer with special
opportunities for knowing it, who was, as it were, surprised into
final sympathy. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 97 | Author: | Jewett, Sarah Orne | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | A Dunnet Shepherdess | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | EARLY one morning at Dunnet Landing, as if it were still
night, I waked, suddenly startled by a spirited conversation
beneath my window. It was not one of Mrs. Todd's morning
soliloquies; she was not addressing her plants and flowers in words
of either praise or blame. Her voice was declamatory though
perfectly good-humored, while the second voice, a man's, was of
lower pitch and somewhat deprecating. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 100 | Author: | Jewett, Sarah Orne | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | From A Mournful Villager | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | LATELY I have been thinking, with much sorrow, of the
approaching extinction of front yards, and of the type of New
England village character and civilization with which they are
associated. Formerly, because I lived in an old-fashioned New
England village, it would have been hard for me to imagine
that there were parts of the country where the front yard, as I
knew it, was not in fashion, and that grounds (however small) had
taken its place. No matter how large a piece of land lay in front
of a house in old times, it was still a front yard, in spite of
noble dimension and the skill of practiced gardeners. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
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