Category: Science-Fiction & Fantasy

Moving the Mountain

The man wore the dress of a peasant, but around him was a leather belt--old, worn, battered--but a recognizable belt of no Asiatic pattern, and showing a heavy buckle made in twisted initials.

Chapters

1. CHAPTER I

The man wore the dress of a peasant, but around him was a leather belt--old, worn, battered--but a recognizable belt of no Asiatic pattern, and showing a heavy buckle made in tw...

2. CHAPTER II

The more I considered what bits of information I had gleaned already, the more I disliked what lay before me. In the first blazing light of returned memory and knowledge, the fi...

3. CHAPTER III

As we swept along the sunny, level spaces of the South shore, Nellie told me how Long Island was now the "Reception Room" of our country, instead of poor, brutal little Ellis Is...

4. CHAPTER IV

They called me to supper. "Most of us have our heartiest meal in the middle of the day," my sister said. "The average man, O Victim of Copious Instruction," added my brother-in-...

5. CHAPTER V

While below they took me into the patio, that quiet inner garden which was so attractive from above. It was a lovely place. The moon was riding high and shone down into it; a sl...

6. CHAPTER VI

Out of the mass of information offered by my new family and the pleasant friends we met, together with the books and publications profusely piling around me, I felt it necessary...

7. CHAPTER VII

The country was as astonishing to me as the city--its old beauty added to in every direction. They took me about in motor cars, motor boats and air ships, on foot and on horseba...

8. CHAPTER VIII

After all, it takes time for a great change in world-thought to strike in. That's what Owen insisted on calling it. He maintained that the amazing uprush of these thirty years w...

9. CHAPTER IX

The exquisite agriculture which made millions of acres from raw farms and ranches into rich gardens, the forestry which had changed our straggling woodlands into great tree-farm...

10. CHAPTER X

These young minds had no rubbish in them. They had a vivid sense of the world as a whole, quite beyond their family "relations." They were marvelously reasonable, free from prej...

11. CHAPTER XI

Dr. Borderson, it seemed, held the chair in Ethics at the University. I knew a Borderson once and was very fond of him. Poor Frank! If he was alive he would have more likely rea...

12. CHAPTER XII

More and more I cut loose from the explanatory guiding strings of my sister and the family, even from the requested information of specialists, and wandered by myself in search...