"It's an infernal shame!" "I call it common sense!" "Call it what you please, Malet. I deny your right to keep back my money."

It was five o'clock and a very dull, dark afternoon in Charlton Street. One by one lights had twinkled out in all the little two-story-and-dormer-windowed houses on the block,—in all but on

The secrets of satisfactory travel are mainly two—to have certain questions ready to ask; and to detach oneself from preconceptions, so as to find not what one expects, or desires to find,

It would have been at the Fancy Fair and Fête at Kensington Town Hall that my friend, Dr. Fabos, first met Miss Fordibras. Very well do I recollect that he paid the price of it for the hono

THIS is not a history. It is not a guide-book. It is not an encyclopedia. It is nothing more ambitious than the title would indicate: a stroll about Washington with my arm through my reader&rsquo

Some years ago, through my interest in the life and work of Charles M. Russell, I met Con Price. No one could go far into the subject of Montana’s Cowboy Artist without cutting Con Price&am

"A splash of chloroform . . ." The drunken man was staggering -- but he was quite alive, when the thoughtful gentleman stumbled upon him in the thick Melbourne night, and hailed a c

"I had two trunks—two, you ninny! Two! Ou est l'autre?" The grinning customs guard lifted his shoulders to his ears and spread out his palms. "Mais, mamselle&

Steering his course by a tapering spire notched in the eye of the sunset, a tramp slouched along the Heathton Road. From the western sky a flood of crimson light poured over the dusty white highway,

This little book has a very definite aim—a big aim too, though two little words or even one will serve to define it—To help, or better still, perhaps—helpfulness. It doe

"Moving the Mountain" tells the story of the struggles and triumphs of thousands of activists who achieved 'half a revolution' between 1960 and 1990. In this award-winning book, the

The book here presented is the result of an attempt to correct existing errors relative to the Yosemite Valley. It was originally designed to compress the matter in this volume within the limits of a

When I struck the beach in Havre, the war with England had turned adrift upon that port’s dock heads a strange assortment of men. Many had served in either the American or English navy, and

“WELL,” said Comyns, “I can’t see for the life of me what makes you want to linger on in this benighted hole.” “There are a great many thin

A very important meeting of the American Scientific Society had been held in their Hall in the city of New York. All the learned savants and geographers of the day were present, for the subject to be