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It is said that in Ulthar, which lies beyond the river Skai, no man may kill a cat; and this I can verily believe as…

How the Widow Won the Deacon by William James Lampton Of course, the Widow Stimson never tried to win Deacon Hawkins, nor any other man,…

I am very fond of the modest life of those isolated owners of distant villages, which are usually called “old-fashioned” in Little Russia (the Ukraine),…

The circumstances I am about to relate to you have truth to recommend them. They happened to myself, and my recollection of them is as…

The Celebrated Jumping Frog of Calaveras County by Mark Twain In compliance with the request of a friend of mine, who wrote me from the…

There were sounds of merriment in the village, and a chorus of song murmured, stream-like, through its single street. It was the hour when lads…

Long ago, when the world was young, two villages sat on either side of a hill in the southern mountains of Spain. The people of…

It was, as far as I can ascertain, in September of the year 1811 that a post-chaise drew up before the door of Aswarby Hall,…

Who has not cursed postmasters, who have not quarreled with them? Who, in a moment of anger, has not demanded from them the fatal book…

In the bosom of one of those spacious coves which indent the eastern shore of the Hudson, at that broad expansion of the river denominated…

The other day I saw a wedding… But no! I would rather tell you about a Christmas tree. The wedding was superb. I liked it…

Long ago in the village of Chelm, there lived the happiest people on Earth. The people of Chelm were happy because they were wise at…