Category: Poetry
_He touched the spiculed desert--cacti-cursed-- And turned its thorns to figs, its thistles, fruit; He nodded to the daisy, half immersed In dwarfing dust, and lo! a lily mute Rose from the weeds--a perfume with a flute._
“’Cordin’ to my custom, jes’ befo’ de time fur de sermon I had all de watermilions laid out on de grass, one hundred ob de bigges’ an’ fattes’ ones you eber seed. You see, boss,...
6. Part 6Golden Wings was safe. He was high in the air, his very flight was now the flight of victory, his poise the poise of one who had won. Twenty yards more he would drop down into t...
4. Part 4Procure a small quantity of clay from some clay bank. Place in a warm place to dry, and in a day or two you can crush it into a soft, impalpable powder. Pinch a little between t...
2. Part 2Inheritance had played a Hamlet’s part in Little Sister’s make-up. Most children crow, and babble, and lisp, and talk in divers and different languages before they learn to talk...
3. Part 3The light-harness horse has come to be a type of its own. It is distinctly an American type, as distinguished from the English running, or thoroughbred horse, the German and Fre...
7. Part 7Walter’s dam is a homely little mare called Ella Brown, with a record of 2:11-1/4, made in 1893, to high-wheel sulky. With the sulky of to-day it would have been 2:05. Never hav...
1. Part 1_He touched the spiculed desert--cacti-cursed-- And turned its thorns to figs, its thistles, fruit; He nodded to the daisy, half immersed In dwarfing dust, and lo! a lily mute R...
8. Part 8For, indeed, Trotwood is optimistic. He believes in men and women; he has faith in humanity. He would have men look up, not down; forward, not backward. He is too busy doing to...