Boycotted, and Other Stories

On the rugged shore of the Northern Sea, where the summer sun never sets, there stood long ago a grim bleak fortress, called the Tower of the North-West Wind. Before it stretche...

There was not a shadow of a doubt about it. The moment I reached the bank that eventful morning and saw the manager's desk open, and the tin cash-box lying empty on the floor, I...

The Singletons were a small Lowland clan, or rather faction, for their name does not appear in history as a clan. For all that, they were as loyal to their king and as devoted t...

Magnus minor and my brother Joe were about as chummy as two fellows who had not a single taste in common could well be. Magnus, you know, was an athlete. At least, he was in the...

I hardly know yet what it was all about, and at the time I had not an idea. I don't think I was more of a fool than most fellows of my age at Draven's, and I rather hope I wasn'...

It was a ferociously hot day at the beginning of the summer vac. I, as in duty bound, had been spending my first day as a well-conducted, newly broken-up schoolboy should.

Ferriby had broken up. The rats and mice were having their innings in the schoolrooms, and the big bell was getting rusty for want of exercise. The door of the Lower Third had n...

No one had asked him to tell a story, some of us had almost forgotten that he was sitting there in his big chair, one of the group which crowded round his own Christmas fire at...

Several summers ago I happened to be spending a few weeks at W--, a small fishing village on the Welsh coast. A beautiful little place it was, nestling in a break of the cliffs...

Dear Jossy,--If you want a motto in life, I'll give you one--"'Ware kids!" Don't you have anything to do with kids, unless you want to lose all your pocket money, and be made a...

I am always coming across old manuscripts. I am not sure of the date of the following, but I fancy it must have been written for a prize, which, strange to say, it failed to sec...

During one of my terms at G-- (and in speaking of that famous old school it is quite unnecessary to mention more than the first letter of its name) a serious epidemic broke out....

We had read our _Wonderful Boys_ and our _Boyhood of Great Men_ carefully and critically. We had seen that Mozart had composed music at six, and written it down very untidily to...

A compromise was, however, arrived at. As the question of style was very important, it was decided we should _both_ write Chapter One, and then, after comparing the two attempts...

We understand that the last arrival at Giants' Bay has been our talented young fellow-islander Dr John Smith. Dr Smith has arrived at the Bay at an opportune time, as we hear th...

What cannot one discover on an old bookstall? Who would have supposed I should have had the luck to pick up the extraordinary collection of newspaper-cuttings which are here pre...

These are the schoolboys who learn from the scholars who read the poets who sing of the boys who built the walls that go round the town that Romulus and Remus built.

I have admired tragedy from my earliest days. I believe I must have acted in it in the nursery--at least the scenes I have in my mind appeared to me to be tragic at the time, al...

_Wolf_. Your little hands were never made To black each other's eyes, And yet you do it very well For youngsters of your size. Keep down your guard. Good! Hit out fair, That's o...

I'm a wolf, I'm a wolf, in this big lonely wood, And I live in a hole in a tree, And I daily prowl forth in my free, hungry mood To look for my dinner and tea. I never object to...

_Rom._., 'Tis done. The proud usurper bites the dust. _Rem_. (It's took us ten good years to do it. That's the wust.) _Rom_. The tyrant's ashes moulder on the plain. _Rem_. (You...