The Life Of Charlotte Bronte Born 1816. Died 1855. The authoress of “Jane Eyre” and other works is, as she calls herself (August 1850), undeveloped then, and more than half…
The Cub Reporter Why he chose Buffalo Paul Anderson never knew, unless perhaps it had more newspapers than Bay City, Michigan, and because his ticket expired in the…
Ivan Turgenev When the mortal remains of Ivan Turgenev were about to be transported from Paris for interment in his own country, a short commemorative service was…
North Of Fifty-Three Big George was drinking, and the activities of the little Arctic mining camp were paralysed. Events invariably ceased their progress and marked time when George…
Davy Crockett and the Wily Raccoon Davy Crockett and the Wily Raccoon (An American Legend) There weren’t many men like Davy Crockett. As he said, “It’s the grit in a fellow…
Our New House We spoke of it as our New House simply because we thought of it as such and not from any claim to the title, for…
The Sleeping Mountains The Sleeping Mountains (A Tale From Mexico) Long ago King Papantco ruled the Toltec people. They lived in Mexico’s Courtyard of the Sun. King Papantco…
The Colonel And The Horse-Thief Those marks on my arm? Oh! I got them playing horse-thief. Yes, playing. I wasn’t a real one, you know Well, I suppose it was…
The Troll’s Eye The Troll’s Eye (A Norwegian Tale) Once upon a time three boys named Jon, Ole, and Tor lived with their mother at the edge of…
A Dream Of Red Hands The first opinion given to me regarding Jacob Settle was a simple descriptive statement, ‘He’s a down-in-the-mouth chap’: but I found that it embodied the…
The Diary of a Madman The Diary of a Madman by Guy de Maupassant He was dead–the head of a high tribunal, the upright magistrate whose irreproachable life was a…
The Thaw At Slisco’s The storm broke at Salmon Lake, and we ran for Slisco’s road-house. It whipped out from the mountains, all tore into strips coming through the…