| | 102 | Author: | White, Stewart Edward | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Mountains  | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | SIX trails lead to the main ridge. They are all
good trails, so that even the casual tourist in the
little Spanish-American town on the seacoast need
have nothing to fear from the ascent. In some spots
they contract to an arm's length of space, outside of
which limit they drop sheer away; elsewhere they
stand up on end, zigzag in lacets each more hair-raising than the last, or fill to demoralization with
loose boulders and shale. A fall on the part of your
horse would mean a more than serious accident; but
Western horses do not fall. The major premise stands:
even the casual tourist has no real reason for fear,
however scared he may become. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 105 | Author: | Wilkins, Mary E. | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Lost Dog. | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE dog was speeding, nose to the ground; he had missed his master
early in the morning; now it was late afternoon, but at last he
thought he was on his track. He went like a wind, his ears pointed
ahead, his slender legs seemingly flat against his body; he was
eagerness expressed by a straight line of impetuous motion. He had
had nothing to eat all day; he was spent with anxiety and fatigue
and hunger; but now, now, he believed he was on his master's track,
and all that was forgotten. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 108 | Author: | Zitkala-Sa | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Soft-Hearted Sioux | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | BESIDE the open fire I sat within our tepee. With my red blanket
wrapped tightly about my crossed legs, I was thinking of the coming
season, my sixteenth winter. On either side of the wigwam were my
parents. My father was whistling a tune between his teeth while
polishing with his bare hand a red stone pipe he had recently
carved. Almost in front of me, beyond the centre fire, my old
grandmother sat near the entranceway. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 109 | Author: | Zitkala-Sa | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Trial Path | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | IT was an autumn night on the plain. The smoke-lapels of the cone-shaped tepee flapped gently in the breeze. From the low night sky,
with its myriad fire points, a large bright star peeped in at the
smoke-hole of the wigwam between its fluttering lapels, down upon
two Dakotas talking in the dark. The mellow stream from the star
above, a maid of twenty summers, on a bed of sweet-grass, drank in
with her wakeful eyes. On the opposite side of the tepee, beyond
the centre fireplace, the grandmother spread her rug. Though once
she had lain down, the telling of a story has aroused her to a
sitting posture. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 111 | Author: | Anonymous | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | "St. Elmo" and its Author | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | In the rush to keep any sort of pace with the lighter and noisier
literature of the day it is pleasant and worth while occasionally
to spend a few minutes looking over the publishers' lists at the
ends of the popular novels of thirty odd years ago, and from them
to contrast the tastes of the past and the present generations—a
contrast which is very far from being entirely flattering to the
readers of to-day. At the head of such lists we may be sure to
find the names of those writers who corresponded with the authors
of what are now known as "the best sellers"—we realise the claims
that Mary J. Holmes and Ann S. Stevens and Augusta J. Evans and May
Agnes Fleming then had to popular attention. We recognise many
laudable ambitions in the advertisements of books dealing with "the
habits of good society," with "the nice points of taste and good
manners, and the art of making oneself agreeable," with "the art of
polite conversation," and the forms in which letters of business,
of friendship, of society, of respectful endearment should be
couched. At first sight all this is likely to provoke rather
contemptuous amusement. And how unjustly! The forms may be quaint
and obsolete, but the sentiments are homely and praiseworthy, and
in similar literature of to-day there are just as many platitudes,
just as much that is silly and not nearly so much that is sincere.
The average highly successful novel of that time was no more
literature than is the average highly successful novel of to-day,
and the old was generally marked, it must be acknowledged, by an
airiness and pedantry that to-day would not reach the public
without pretty severe editing. On the other hand, however, the old
novels almost always had stories to tell, and they told them in a
manner to make them from end to end vitally interesting to that
class of readers to which they were designed to appeal. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 114 | Author: | Antibiastes | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Observations on the slaves and the indented servants, inlisted in the army,
and in the navy of the United States. | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE Resolve of Congress, for prohibiting the importation of
Slaves, demonstrates the consistent zeal of our rulers in the cause of mankind.
They have endeavoured, as early and as extensively as it then was in their
power, to reform our morals, by checking the progress of the general
depravation, which, sooner or later, proves the ruin of the countries, where
domestic slavery is introduced. From the liberal spirit of that resolve, which,
soon after, was most cheerfully supported by their constituents, it is natural
to infer that, had not the necessity of repelling the hostilities of powerful
invaders so deeply engaged the attention of the several legislative bodies of
our Union, laws would, long since, have been made, with every precaution, which
our safety might have dictated, for facilitating emancipations. Many Slaves,
however, too many perhaps, are incautiously allowed to fight under our banners.
They share in the dangers and glory of the efforts made by US, the freeborn
members of the United States, to enjoy, undisturbed, the common rights of human
nature; and THEY remain SLAVES! | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 115 | Author: | Austin, Mary | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Last Antelope | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THERE were seven notches in the juniper by the Lone Tree
Spring for the seven seasons that Little Pete had summered there,
feeding his flocks in the hollow of the Ceriso. The first time of
coming he had struck his axe into the trunk meaning to make
firewood, but thought better of it, and thereafter chipped it in
sheer friendliness, as one claps an old acquaintance, for by the
time the flock has worked up the treeless windy stretch from the
Little Antelope to the Ceriso, even a lone juniper has a friendly
look. And Little Pete was a friendly man, though shy of demeanor,
so that with the best will in the world for wagging his tongue, he
could scarcely pass the time of day with good countenance; the soul
of a jolly companion with the front and bearing of one of his own
sheep. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 116 | 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 |
| 117 | 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 |
| 118 | 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 |
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