| | 101 | Author: | Jewett, Sarah Orne | Add | | | Title: | The White Rose Road  | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | Being a New Englander, it is natural that I should first speak
about the weather. Only the middle of June, the green fields, and
blue sky, and bright sun, with a touch of northern mountain wind
blowing straight toward the sea, could make such a day, and that is
all one can say about it. We were driving seaward through a part
of the country which has been least changed in the last thirty
years,—among farms which have been won from swampy lowland, and
rocky, stump-buttressed hillsides; where the forests wall in the
fields, and send their outposts year by year farther into the
pastures. There is a year or two in the history of these pastures
before they have arrived at the dignity of being called woodland,
and yet are too much shaded and overgrown by young trees to give
proper pasturage, when they make delightful harbors for the small
wild creatures which yet remain, and for wild flowers and berries.
Here you send an astonished rabbit scurrying to his burrow, and
there you startle yourself with a partridge, who seems to get the
best of the encounter. Sometimes you see a hen partridge and her
brood of chickens crossing your path with an air of comfortable
door-yard security. As you drive along the narrow, grassy road,
you see many charming sights and delightful nooks on either hand,
where the young trees spring out of a close-cropped turf that
carpets the ground like velvet. Toward the east and the quaint
fishing village of Ogunquit I find the most delightful woodland
roads. There is little left of the large timber which once filled
the region, but much young growth, and there are hundreds of acres
of cleared land and pasture ground where the forests are springing
fast and covering the country once more, as if they had no idea of
losing in their war with civilization and the intruding white
settler. The pine woods and the Indians seem to be next of kin,
and the former owners of this corner of New England are the only
proper figures to paint into such landscapes. The twilight under
tall pines seems to be untenanted and to lack something, at first
sight, as if one opened the door of an empty house. A farmer
passing through with his axe is but an intruder, and children
straying home from school give one a feeling of solicitude at their
unprotectedness. The pines are the red man's house, and it may be
hazardous even yet for the gray farmhouses to stand so near the
eaves of the forest. I have noticed a distrust of the deep woods,
among elderly people, which was something more than a fear of
losing their way. It was a feeling of defenselessness against some
unrecognized but malicious influence. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 102 | Author: | Jewett, Sarah Orne | Add | | | Title: | William's Wedding | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE hurry of life in a large town, the constant putting aside
of preference to yield a most unsatisfactory activity, began to vex
me, and one day I took the train, and only left it for the
eastward-bound boat. Carlyle says somewhere that the only
happiness a man ought to ask for is happiness enough to get his
work done; and against this the complexity and futile ingenuity of
social life seems a conspiracy. But the first salt wind from the
east, the first sight of a lighthouse set boldly on its outer rock,
the flash of a gull, the waiting procession of seaward-bound firs
on an island, made me feel solid and definite again, instead of a
poor, incoherent being. Life was resumed, and anxious living blew
away as if it had not been. I could not breathe deep enough or
long enough. It was a return to happiness. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 103 | Author: | Kellogg, John Harvey, 1852-1943. | Add | | | Title: | Plain facts for old and young : embracing the natural history and hygiene of organic life. | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | LIFE, in its great diversity of forms, has ever been
a subject of the deepest interest to rational beings.
Poets have sung of its joys and sorrows, its brilliant
phantasies and harsh realities. Philosophers
have spent their lives in vain attempts to solve its
mysteries; and some have believed that life was nothing
more than a stupendous farce, a delusion of the senses.
Moralists have sought to impress men with the truth
that "life is real," and teeming with grave responsibilities.
Physiologists have busied themselves in observing
the phenomena of life, and learning therefrom its
laws. The subject is certainly an interesting one, and
none could be more worthy of the most careful attention. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 104 | Author: | Lagerlof, Selma | Add | | | Title: | Robin Redbreast | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | This little tale by Sweden's noted writer of mystical stories
has in it the simplicity of a nursery rhyme and the beauty of
perfect art. The translation from the Swedish is made by Volma
Swanston Howard for The Bookman, with whose permission we
reproduce it. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 105 | Author: | Le Bon, Gustave | Add | | | Title: | The Psychology of Revolution | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE present age is not merely an epoch of discovery; it is
also a period of revision of the various elements of knowledge.
Having recognised that there are no phenomena of which the first
cause is still accessible, science has resumed the examination of
her ancient certitudes, and has proved their fragility. To-day
she sees her ancient principles vanishing one by one. Mechanics
is losing its axioms, and matter, formerly the eternal substratum
of the worlds, becomes a simple aggregate of ephemeral forces in
transitory condensation. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 108 | Author: | Maus, Marion P. | Add | | | Title: | The New Indian Messiah | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | FOR many years we have regarded the Indian's belief in a
Supreme Being as very vague and undefined. He has, however,
appeared to recognize a "Great Spirit" and a "happy hunting-ground," the home of the departed braves — a country where beautiful
prairies and forests are abounding in game, watered by cool
streams, forming an ideal Indian heaven. This belief seems a part
of his nature, just as his love for his free and savage life, which
the advance of civilization is forcing him to renounce. The
buffalo is a thing of the past, and even the elk, the antelope, and
the deer have nearly disappeared, and he finds he must live on the
bounty of the white man or starve. For years he has been confined
to military reservations, and has chafed under the restraint thus
put upon him. Little wonder he looks for a change, and longs for
his once free life, and gladly grasps the new belief in the red
Saviour, which is rapidly spreading to every Western tribe, and
which the great chief Red Cloud "says will spread over all the
earth." | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 109 | Author: | McGlasson, Eva Wilder | Add | | | Title: | A Child of the Covenant | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | HE was a Georgian, the landlady said. Indeed, he said so himself,
volubly enough, when there was any one to listen. The difficulty
seemed to be that there was seldom any one to listen at such times
as found the Georgian ready for conversation. The other boarders
were, for the most part, young men who went to work in the morning
just as he was getting well to sleep, and who came back at the hour
when the Georgian, clean-shaved and cheerful, was going out for the
night. He was well-favored and young, with an air of good-fellowship in his yellow mustaches, and with a gay, reckless gleam
under the wide rim of his soft hat. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 110 | Author: | McNutt, William Slavens | Add | | | Title: | The Tale of a Tightwad | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | I like dollars same as I like race-horses," the saleslady behind
the hotel cigar-counter explained. "I like 'em when they're
movin', an' furnishin' some excitement to the onlookers. A race-horse packed in a can don't make anybody's heart beat faster,
does it? No! Well, a dollar buried for life in a bank is my
idea of nothing useful. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 111 | Author: | Muir, John | Add | | | Title: | American Forests | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE forests of America, however slighted by man, must have
been a great delight to God; for they were the best he ever
planted. The whole continent was a garden, and from the beginning
it seemed to be favored above all the other wild parks and gardens
of the globe. To prepare the ground, it was rolled and sifted in
seas with infinite loving deliberation and forethought, lifted into
the light, submerged and warmed over and over again, pressed and
crumpled into folds and ridges, mountains and hills, subsoiled with
heaving volcanic fires, ploughed and ground and sculptured into
scenery and soil with glaciers and rivers,—every feature growing
and changing from beauty to beauty, higher and higher. And in the
fullness of time it was planted in groves, and belts, and broad,
exuberant, mantling forests, with the largest, most varied, most
fruitful, and most beautiful trees in the world. Bright seas made
its border with wave embroidery and icebergs; gray deserts were
outspread in the middle of it, mossy tundras on the north, savannas
on the south, and blooming prairies and plains; while lakes and
rivers shone through all the vast forests and openings, and happy
birds and beasts gave delightful animation. Everywhere, everywhere
over all the blessed continent, there were beauty, and melody, and
kindly, wholesome, foodful abundance. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 112 | Author: | Norris, Frank | Add | | | Title: | Comida: An Experience in Famine. | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | BY grace of our guide, our phrase book, and our Salva-Webster
Dictionary, we managed to pick up a good deal of Spanish during the
Santiago campaign, but the one word our guide did not tell us, the
one expression we did not look up in the Diccionario, was the very
one we understood most quickly: its meaning was apparent the
instant we heard it uttered. We shall never forget comida and
all that it stands for. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 113 | Author: | Norris, Frank | Add | | | Title: | McTeague | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | It was Sunday, and, according to his custom on that day,
McTeague took his dinner at two in the afternoon at the car
conductors' coffee-joint on Polk Street. He had a thick
gray soup; heavy, underdone meat, very hot, on a cold plate;
two kinds of vegetables; and a sort of suet pudding, full of
strong butter and sugar. On his way back to his office, one
block above, he stopped at Joe Frenna's saloon and bought a
pitcher of steam beer. It was his habit to leave the
pitcher there on his way to dinner. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 115 | Author: | Oskison, John M. | Add | | | Title: | Diverse Tongues: A Sketch | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | Several months ago a new magazine made its appearance in New
York. Its title is "1910." Next year its title will be "1911."
It is a labor of love, being conducted by a little group of writers
and artists who contribute to its columns whatsoever each one is
pleased to contribute. So far the result has been good for the
readers as well as the contributors. The following sketch is taken
from its columns. It is written by John Oskison and it leaves one
a little teary around the eye-lashes. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 116 | Author: | Oskison, John M. | Add | | | Title: | "Friends of the Indian." | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | At last year's "Lake Mohonk Conference of Friends of the
Indian and Other Dependent Peoples," Mr. Bonaparte quoted a naval
officer as once declaring that "the service would never be worth a
— until all the well-meaning people in it had been hanged." He
hinted that something of the same tenor might have been said with
equal justice of the activity of champions of the Indian who are
merely well-meaning. Knowledge and discretion in those who have
undertaken unofficially to influence the conduct of Indian affairs
would have tempered their zeal usefully in the years when service
was most needed; and, though little fault can now be found with the
methods and personnel of the Indian Rights Association and similar
bodies, there is still a too noticeable tendency to let good
intentions evaporate in earnest, purposeless talk. That "court of
final appeal, public opinion," has been appealed to so often that
the last advocate must needs be silver-tongued indeed to rouse more
than a momentary interest. The Indian service, bad as it has been
at times, has accomplished more for the disappearing natives than
it has been credited with in the popular mind. It would have done
still more if its critics had been inspired by accurate information
and good judgment. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 119 | Author: | Paine, Thomas | Add | | | Title: | Common Sense | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | Some writers have so confounded society with government, as to
leave little or no distinction between them; whereas they are not
only different, but have different origins. Society is produced
by our wants, and government by our wickedness; the former
promotes our happiness positively by uniting our affections, the
latter negatively by restraining our vices. The one encourages
intercourse, the other creates distinctions. The first is a
patron, the last a punisher. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
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