Literature

Johnny Appleseed

Johnny Appleseed

Johnny Appleseed (The Story of John Chapman, 1774-1845) Once upon a time during a terrific rainstorm in Massachusetts, a miraculous event took place, or so people say. The sky, purple and dark, was streaked with lightning and thunder boomed across the land. Rain fell heavily. In the little villag.....

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Sights From A Steeple

Sights From A Steeple

So! I have climbed high, and my reward is small. Here I stand with wearied knees earth, indeed, at a dizzy depth below, but heaven far, far beyond me still. Oh that I could soar up into the very zenith, where man never breathed nor eagle ever flew, and where the ethereal azure melts away [&hellip.....

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Protector of the Fish

Protector of the Fish

Protector of the Fish (A Hindu Tale) In India, the people say the great Ganges River flows from the toe of Vishnu, the Sun God. It is a holy river. Guarded and blessed by Ganga, goddess of rivers, the Ganges provides for the people, and whenever Ganga travels to the sea, she spreads her blessings.....

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Rappaccini’s Daughter

Rappaccini’s Daughter

We do not remember to have seen any translated specimens of the productions of M. de l’Aubepine a fact the less to be wondered at, as his very name is unknown to many of his own countrymen as well as to the student of foreign literature. As a writer, he seems to occupy an unfortunate [&hell.....

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The Chi-Lin’s Gift

The Chi-Lin’s Gift

The Chi-Lin’s Gift (A Chinese Legend) Long ago, the emperor of China, tired of his many duties, decided he would spend a day in the countryside. He walked along the shores of the Yellow River, pleased to have a chance to enjoy the beauty of autumn. And a beautiful day it was. The sun, high .....

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In The Graveyard

In The Graveyard

The wind has got up, friends, and it is beginning to get dark. “Hadn’t we better take ourselves off before it gets worse?” The wind was frolicking among the yellow leaves of the old birch trees, and a shower of thick drops fell upon us from the leaves. One of our party slipped on the [&.....

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The Repairer of Reputations

The Repairer of Reputations

The Repairer of Reputations by Robert W. Chambers (I) Toward the end of the year 1920, the Government of the United States had practically completed the program, adopted during the last months of President Winthrop’s administration. The country was apparently tranquil. Everybody knows how t.....

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The Sin Of Monsieur Pettipon

The Sin Of Monsieur Pettipon

Moistening the tip of his immaculate handkerchief, M. Alphonse Marie Louis Camille Pettipon deftly and daintily rubbed an almost imperceptible speck of dust from the mirror in Stateroom C 341 of the liner Voltaire of the Paris-New York Steamship Company, and a little sigh of happiness fluttered h.....

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In The Dark

In The Dark

A fly of medium size made its way into the nose of the assistant procurator, Gagin. It may have been impelled by curiosity, or have got there through frivolity or accident in the dark; anyway, the nose resented the presence of a foreign body and gave the signal for a sneeze. Gagin sneezed, sneeze.....

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The Baker’s String

The Baker’s String

The Baker’s String (A Jewish Tale) Herschel the baker lived in the village of Chelm, and like all his fellow townspeople, he was more than he appeared to be. Herschel was a wonderful baker, and also a philosopher. He often wondered and asked, “Who am I?” It was a philosophical q.....

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The $25,000 Jaw

The $25,000 Jaw

“Rather thirsty this morning, eh, Mr. Addicks?” inquired Cowdin, the chief purchasing agent. The “Mister” was said with a long, hissing “s” and was distinctly not meant as a title of respect. Cowdin, as he spoke, rested his two square hairy hands-on Croly Addic.....

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In The Coach-House

In The Coach-House

It was between nine and ten o’clock in the evening. Stepan the coachman, Mihailo the house-porter, Alyoshka the coachman’s grandson, who had come up from the village to stay with his grandfather, and Nikandr, an old man of seventy, who used to come into the yard every evening to sell .....

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