Category: Short Stories
The Haunters of the Silences $2.00 Red Fox 2.00 The Watchers of the Trails 2.00 The Kindred of the Wild 2.00 Earth’s Enigmas 1.50 The Heart of the Ancient Wood 1.50 The Heart That Knows 1.50 The Prisoner of Mademoiselle 1.50 Barbara Ladd 1.50 The Forge in the Forest 1.50 A Sis...
The Haunters of the Silences $2.00 Red Fox 2.00 The Watchers of the Trails 2.00 The Kindred of the Wild 2.00 Earth’s Enigmas 1.50 The Heart of the Ancient Wood 1.50 The Heart Th...
2. Part 2Very soon their path led them out into a wide glade, fenced all about with the serried and formal ranks of the young firs. It seemed as if the blue-white moon stared down into t...
3. Part 3The king recognised with satisfaction the diligence of this, the most serviceable, though most unwilling, of his subjects. In leisurely fashion he swung off from his perch, and...
4. Part 4At last he came; and when he saw the king he was glad. Trophies he had at home in abundance,—the skins of lions which he had shot on the Zambesi, of tigers from Himalayan foot-h...
5. Part 5Presently, from far along the dark heights of the sky, came voices, hollow, musical, confused. Swiftly they journeyed nearer; they grew louder. The sound—not vibrant, yet strang...
6. Part 6Presently the sides of branch and stem and leaf facing the dawn took on a hue of pink. A male song-sparrow, not yet feeling quite at home after his journey from the South, sang...
7. Part 7The oat-bins were in a roomy loft at one end of the wood-shed. The loft was lighted by a large square window in the gable, arranged to swing back on hinges like a door, for conv...
8. Part 8Some evenings afterward the same thing happened at another corner of the pasture; and again one morning when he was fishing in the brook a mile back into the woods, where it ran...
9. Part 9There was no time to lose. Taking quick but careful aim, the Boy fired. The bullet found its mark between the brute’s eyes, and he straightened out where he lay, without a kick....
10. Part 10Nevertheless, for all her infatuation, she forgot not her ancestral gift of prudence. She went noiselessly as a shadow, drifting, pausing, listening, sniffing the air, concealin...
11. Part 11On this knoll, when the arbutus breath of the northern spring was scenting the winds of all the Tobique country, the king was born,—a moose-calf more ungainly and of mightier gi...
12. Part 12About this time he experienced certain qualms of loneliness, which bewildered him and took much of the interest out of life. His mother began to betray an unexpected indifferenc...
13. Part 13One autumn night, just at the beginning of the calling season, this weakness of his betrayed the king to the deepest humiliation which had ever befallen him. He was then nearly...
14. Part 14The porcupine was not greatly disturbed by this loud onslaught, but he did not let confidence make him careless. He calmly tucked his head under his breast, set his quills in ba...