| | 101 | Author: | Wharton, Edith, 1862-1937 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Quicksand  | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | AS Mrs. Quentin's victoria, driving homeward, turned from the
Park
into Fifth Avenue, she divined her son's tall figure walking
ahead
of her in the twilight. His long stride covered the ground more
rapidly than usual, and she had a premonition that, if he were
going home at that hour, it was because he wanted to see
her. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 105 | Author: | Wharton, Edith, 1862-1937 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | A Venetian Night's Entertainment | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THIS is the story that, in the dining-room of the old Beacon Street
house (now the Aldebaran Club), Judge Anthony Bracknell, of the
famous East India firm of Bracknell & Saulsbee, when the ladies had
withdrawn to the oval parlour (and Maria's harp was throwing its
gauzy web of sound across the Common), used to relate to his
grandsons, about the year that Buonaparte marched upon Moscow. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 107 | 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 |
| 110 | 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 |
| 113 | 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 |
| 114 | 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 |
| 116 | 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 |
| 119 | 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 |
| 120 | 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 |
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