| | 21 | Author: | Fox, John, 1863-1919 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Little Shepherd of Kingdom Come  | | | | Published: | 2001 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE days of that April had been days of mist and rain. Sometimes, for hours,
there would come a miracle of blue sky, white cloud, and yellow light, but
always between dark and dark the rain would fall and the mist creep up the
mountains and steam from the tops—only to roll together from either range,
drip back into the valleys, and lift, straightway, as mist again. So that,
all the while Nature was trying to give lustier life to every living thing
in the lowland Bluegrass, all the while a gaunt skeleton was stalking down
the Cumberland— tapping with fleshless knuckles, now at some unlovely cottage
of faded white and green, and now at a log cabin, stark and gray. Passing
the mouth of Lonesome, he flashed his scythe into its unlifting shadows and
went stalking on. High up, at the source of the dismal little stream, the
point of the shining blade darted thrice into the open door of a cabin set
deep into a shaggy flank of Black Mountain, and three spirits, within, were
quickly loosed from aching flesh for the long flight into the unknown. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 26 | Author: | Habberton, John | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Everybody's Chance | | | | Published: | 2001 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | BRUNDY was the deadest town in the United States; so all the residents of
Brundy said. It had not even a railway station, although several other villages
in the county had two each. It was natural, therefore, that manufacturers'
capital avoided Brundy. There was a large woolen mill at Yarn City, eight
miles to the westward, and Yarn City was growing so fast that some of the
farmers on the outskirts of the town were selling off their estates in building
lots at prices which justified the sellers in going to the city to end their
days. At Magic Falls, five miles to the northward, there was water power
and a hardwood forest, which between them made business for several manufacturers
of wooden-ware, as well as markets, with good prices for all farmers of the
vicinity. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 28 | Author: | Haggard, H. Rider | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Montezuma's Daughter | | | | Published: | 2001 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | Now glory be to God who has given us the victory! It is true, the
strength of Spain is shattered, her ships are sunk or fled, the sea
has swallowed her soldiers and her sailors by hundreds and by
thousands, and England breathes again. They came to conquer, to
bring us to the torture and the stake--to do to us free Englishmen
as Cortes did by the Indians of Anahuac. Our manhood to the slave
bench, our daughters to dishonour, our souls to the loving-kindness
of the priest, our wealth to the Emperor and the Pope! God has
answered them with his winds, Drake has answered them with his
guns. They are gone, and with them the glory of Spain. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 33 | Author: | Henry, O., 1862-1910 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The four million; | | | | Published: | 2001 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | TOBIN and me, the two of us, went down to Coney one day, for there
was four dollars between us, and Tobin had need of distractions.
For there was Katie Mahorner, his sweetheart, of County Sligo, lost
since she started for America three months before with two hundred
dollars, her own savings, and one hundred dollars from the sale of
Tobin's inherited estate, a fine cottage and pig on the Bog
Shannaugh. And since the letter that Tobin got saying that she had
started to come to him not a bit of news had he heard or seen of
Katie Mahorner. Tobin advertised in the papers, but nothing could be
found of the colleen. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 36 | Author: | Hume, David | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Of the Origin Of Government | | | | Published: | 2001 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | Image of page
35, from David Hume's essay "Of the Origin of Government"
Man, born in a family, is compelled to maintain society, from
necessity, from natural inclination, and from habit. The same
creature, in his farther progress, is engaged to establish
political society, in order to administer justice; without which
there can be no peace among them, nor safety, nor mutual
intercourse. We are, therefore, to look upon all the vast
apparatus of our government, as having ultimately no other object
or purpose but the distribution of justice, or, in other words,
the support of the twelve judges. Kings and parliaments, fleets
and armies, officers of the court and revenue, ambassadors,
ministers, and privy-counsellors, are all subordinate in their
end to this part of administration. Even the clergy, as their
duty leads them to inculcate morality, may justly be thought, so
far as regards this world, to have no other useful object of
their institution. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 38 | Author: | James, Henry | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | In the Cage | | | | Published: | 2001 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | It had occurred to her early that in her position--that of a young person
spending, in framed and wired confinement, the life of a guinea-pig or a
magpie--she should know a great many persons without their recognising
the acquaintance. That made it an emotion the more lively--though
singularly rare and always, even then, with opportunity still very much
smothered--to see any one come in whom she knew outside, as she called
it, any one who could add anything to the meanness of her function. Her
function was to sit there with two young men--the other telegraphist and
the counter-clerk;
to mind the "sounder," which was always going, to dole
out stamps and postal-orders, weigh letters, answer stupid questions,
give difficult change and, more than anything else, count words as
numberless as the sands of the sea, the words of the telegrams thrust,
from morning to night, through the gap left in the high lattice, across
the encumbered shelf that her forearm ached with rubbing. This
transparent screen fenced out or fenced in, according to the side of the
narrow counter on which the human lot was cast, the duskiest corner of a
shop pervaded not a little, in winter, by the poison of perpetual gas,
and at all times by the presence of hams, cheese, dried fish, soap,
varnish, paraffin and other solids and fluids that she came to know
perfectly by their smells without consenting to know them by their names. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 39 | Author: | James, Henry | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Glasses | | | | Published: | 2001 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | YES indeed, I say to myself, pen in hand, I can keep hold of the thread
and let it lead me back to the first impression. The little story is all
there, I can touch it from point to point; for the thread, as I call it,
is a row of coloured beads on a string. None of the beads are missing--at
least I think they're not: that's exactly what I shall amuse myself with
finding out. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 40 | Author: | Johnston, Sir Harry | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Mrs. Warren's Daughter: A Story of the Woman's Movement | | | | Published: | 2001 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | The date when this story begins is a Saturday afternoon in June,
1900, about 3 p.m. The scene is the western room of a suite of
offices on the fifth floor of a house in Chancery Lane, the offices
of Fraser and Warren, Consultant Actuaries and Accountants. There
is a long window facing west, the central part of which is open,
affording a passage out on to a parapet. Through this window, and
still better from the parapet outside, may be seen the picturesque
spires and turrets of the Law Courts, a glimpse here and there of
the mellow, red-brick, white-windowed houses of New Square, the
tree-tops of Lincoln's Inn Fields, and the hint beyond a steepled
and chimneyed horizon of the wooded heights of Highgate. All this
outlook is flooded with the brilliant sunshine of June, scarcely
dimmed by the city smoke and fumes. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
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