| 63 | Author: | Austin, Mary | Requires cookie* | | 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 |
67 | Author: | Austin, Mary | Requires cookie* | | 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 |
68 | Author: | Austin, Mary | Requires cookie* | | 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 |
69 | Author: | Austin, Mary | Requires cookie* | | 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 |
70 | Author: | Austin, Mary | Requires cookie* | | Title: | The Wooing of the Señorita | | | Published: | 1996 | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | Description: | MILLARD TRAVIS was a man of ideas; he was also very young. This
was not so bad as it might have been, for his ideas were of the toy pistol sort,—a
nuisance to everybody, but only occasionally hurtful to the holder. The idea
which made Travis particularly odious to his fellow men was less original than
unexpected. He merely held that all this peep-show performance of modern
affairs was a progression towards emptiness, that there was nothing sound or
wholesome, but naked, unblushing savagery, and his vade mecum was
"our progenitor, Adam." | | Similar Items: | Find |
71 | Author: | Austin, Mary | Requires cookie* | | 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 |
72 | Author: | Bacon, Francis | Requires cookie* | | Title: | New Atlantis | | | Published: | 1993 | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | Description: | WE sailed from Peru, where we had continued by the space of one whole year, for
China and Japan, by the South Sea, taking with us victuals for twelve months;
and had good winds from the east, though soft and weak, for five months' space
and more. But then the wind came about, and settled in the west for many days,
so as we could make little or no way, and were sometimes in purpose to turn
back. But then again there arose strong and great winds from the south, with a
point east; which carried us up, for all that we could do, toward the north: by
which time our victuals failed us, though we had made good spare of them. So
that finding ourselves, in the midst of the greatest wilderness of waters in the
world, without victual, we gave ourselves for lost men, and prepared for death.
Yet we did lift up our hearts and voices to God above, who showeth His wonders
in the deep; beseeching Him of His mercy that as in the beginning He discovered
the face of the deep, and brought forth dry land, so He would now discover land
to us, that we might not perish. | | Similar Items: | Find |
74 | Author: | Barrows, Samuel J. | Requires cookie* | | 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 |
76 | Author: | Crane review: Barry, John D. | Requires cookie* | | Title: | A note on Stephen Crane | | | Published: | 1996 | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | Description: | Not long ago, the New York Evening Post, in an editorial
discussing "The Decay of Decadence," grouped the late Stephen
Crane, as a poet, with the Symbolists of France and England. I was
struck by the association, for the reason that I happened to be
familiar with the peculiar circumstances under which The Black
Riders and Other Lines, from which a quotation is made in the
editorial, had come to be written. As a matter of fact, at the
time of writing that volume it is probable that Mr. Crane had never
even heard of the Symbolists; if he had heard of them, it is pretty
certain that he had never read them. He was then about twenty-one
years of age, and he was woefully ignorant of books. Indeed, he
deliberately avoided reading from a fear of being influenced by
other writers. He had already published Maggie, his first
novel, and by sending it to Mr. Hamlin Garland he had made an
enthusiastic friend. Through Mr. Garland he met several other
writers, among them Mr. W. D. Howells. One evening while receiving
a visit from Mr. Crane, Mr. Howells took from his shelves a volume
of Emily Dickinson's verses and read some of these aloud. Mr.
Crane was deeply impressed, and a short time afterward he showed me
thirty poems in manuscript, written, as he explained, in three
days. These furnished the bulk of the volume entitled The Black
Riders. It was plain enough to me that they had been directly
inspired by Miss Dickinson, who, so far as I am aware, has never
been classed with the Symbolists. And yet, among all the critics
who have discussed the book, no one, to my knowledge, at any rate,
has called attention to the resemblance between the two American
writers. It is curious that this boy, feeling his way toward
expression as he was then doing, should have been stimulated by so
simple and so sincere a writer as Miss Dickinson into unconscious
cooperation with the decadent writers of Europe. Perhaps an
explanation may be suggested by the association of Mr. Crane at
this period with a group of young American painters, who had
brought from France the impressionistic influences, which with him
took literary form. | | Similar Items: | Find |
78 | Author: | Beerbohm, Max, Sir, 1872-1956 | Requires cookie* | | Title: | "Hosts and Guests" | | | Published: | 1999 | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | Description: | BEAUTIFULLY vague though the English language is, with its
meanings merging into one another as softly as the facts of
landscape in the moist English climate, and much addicted though
we always have been to ways of compromise, and averse from sharp
hard logical outlines, we do not call a host a guest, nor a guest a
host. The ancient Romans did so. They, with a language that was
as lucid as their climate and was a perfect expression of the sharp
hard logical outlook fostered by that climate, had but one word for
those two things. Nor have their equally acute descendants done
what might have been expected of them in this matter.
Hôte and ospite and huesped are as
mysteriously equivocal as hospes. By weight of all this
authority I find myself being dragged to the conclusion that a host
and a guest must be the same thing, after all. Yet in a dim and
muzzy way, deep down in my breast, I feel sure that they are
different. Compromise, you see, as usual. I take it that strictly the
two things are one, but that our division of them is yet
another instance of that sterling common sense by which, etc., etc. | | Similar Items: | Find |
80 | Author: | Bestes, Peter | Requires cookie* | | 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 |
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