| 121 | Author: | Austin, Mary | Add | | 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 |
123 | Author: | Austin, Mary | Add | | 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 |
126 | Author: | Austin, Mary | Add | | 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 |
130 | Author: | Austin, Mary | Add | | 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 |
131 | Author: | Austin, Mary | Add | | 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 |
132 | Author: | Austin, Mary | Add | | 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 |
133 | Author: | Austin, Mary | Add | | 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 |
134 | Author: | Barrows, Samuel J. | Add | | 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 |
136 | Author: | Bestes, Peter | Add | | Title: | Letter: Boston, April 20th, 1773. | | | Published: | 1995 | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | Description: | THE efforts made by the legislative of this province in their last
sessions to free themselves from slavery, gave us, who are in that deplorable state, a high
degree of satisfacton. We expect great things from men who have made such a noble
stand against the designs of their fellow-men to enslave them. We
cannot but wish and hope Sir, that you will have the same grand object, we mean civil
and religious liberty, in view in your next session. The divine spirit of
freedom, seems to fire every humane breast on this continent, except
such as are bribed to assist in executing the execrable plan. | | Similar Items: | Find |
138 | Author: | Bonner, John Stuart | Add | | Title: | A Master Sold by a Slave | | | Published: | 1995 | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | Description: | ONE of the most successful negro speculators on the Peninsula in
the forties was a man named James Hubbard, who lived upon his own
estate near Yorktown, and was accounted one of the wealthiest men
in those parts. He was a man of powerful physique and coarse
manners. His hair and eyes were intensely black, and his
complexion so swarthy that he would have suffered by comparison
with many of the human chattels he dealt in. | | Similar Items: | Find |
139 | Author: | Boughton, Willis, 1854-1942 | Add | | Title: | "The Negro's Place in History" | | | Published: | 1995 | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | Description: | During the life of mankind every generation has been
confronted with one or more grave social questions the solution of
which seemed, at the time, to be of vital importance to the
progress of civilization. So, too, every age has had its
alarmists, who have preached wars and desolation and the utter
destruction of existing institutions. But civilization has moved
onward. Every age and every generation has indeed proved equal to
its emergencies. Though the champions of a principle be tried by
the crucial test of wars, though French revolutions and American
rebellions enact their bloody scenes, the fittest survives, the
most vigorous principle conquers, the world advances in culture.
Only the extreme pessimist will deny that the world is to-day
better than it has ever been before, that people are more cultured,
more humane, more Christ-like. The nations of our day are better
able to grapple with difficult social problems than were their
ancestors. Under the most threatening portents there is no
occasion for undue alarm. Regulated by the laws of universal
progress, the right principle will, in the end, prevail, for
mankind will not rush madly onward to the destruction of cherished
institutions. | | Similar Items: | Find |
140 | Author: | Boyce, Neith | Add | | Title: | The Novel's Deadliest Friend | | | Published: | 1995 | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | Description: | About a century has passed since woman's fondness began to
spoil the English novel. Up to Fielding's day, it appears, some
good fortune preserved the lusty youth of Fiction from woman's
blighting eye; or perhaps the simple appetite of youth made a
defence, as the roast of beef and the flagon of ale protected Tom
Jones from the blandishments of the strange lady in the inn. But
this protection likewise was only temporary; and Fielding,
Thackeray said in tears, was the last novelist in England "that
dared to paint a man." Thackeray went away from an interview with
his editor, with that remark, to write into Pendennis those
paragraphs which preserve the hero's virtue—and ever since
masculine heroes have been made to fit feminine ideals. Woman
never has liked the Tom Jones type of hero—the conquering,
destroying, self-indulgent young animal. She likes splendour and
dash, but still demands that the hero shall represent somehow the
idea of self-sacrifice, of mortification of the flesh, and above
all, of constancy. It was Thackeray, again, who said that woman
would forgive Nero all his other sins if only he had been a good
family man. And this fits in with what Count Tolstoy has said
recently, that woman is less noble, less self-sacrificing, than
man, since man will sacrifice his family for an idea, while woman
won't. It seems, then, to be fairly well established that the
heights of self-sacrifice are beyond woman. And in imposing her
lower ideals upon the novel she has done the harm that male
novelists still deplore. As she has prevented the hero of the
novel from soaring to the lonely peaks which she can't reach
herself, so also she forbids him to ramp through the pleasant
meadows, witlessly enjoying himself. She condemns him to stern
probation and as many labours as Hercules had, and all to what end?
That he may kneel at her feet for his reward. The modern novel
simply flatters woman's egregious vanity. But what to do about it?
How to prevent woman reading and buying books? As long as she does
so the manful efforts of the novelist to uphold his art must come
to naught. | | Similar Items: | Find |
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