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Some are Survivors, Some are Debris
The RoadJack London Of course I had not the slightest intention of joining him in a life of sordid, petty crime; but I’d have been an idiot to throw away all the good things his friendship made possible. When one is on the hot lava of hell, he cannot pick and choose his path, and Continue reading
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The Living are Excused from Life
The Scarlet PlagueJack London “I heard sounds of rioting and of pistol shots, and from my windows I could see the glare of the sky of some conflagration in the direction of Oakland. It was a night of terror. I did not sleep a wink. A man—why and how I do not know—was killed on Continue reading
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I’m Sure He’s Got an Innocent Excuse
A Niece of Snapshot Harry’sBret Harte In the excitement of last night, and even the hopefulness of the early morning, it seemed an easy thing to persuade the vain and eccentric highwayman that their interests might be identical, and to convince him that his, Brice’s, assistance to recover the stolen greenbacks and insure the punishment Continue reading
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Roaches in a Bottle
The Silverado SquattersRobert Louis Stevenson At the time of the war, they poured north in crowds to escape the conscription; lived during summer on fruits, wild animals, and petty theft; and at the approach of winter, when these supplies failed, built great fires in the forest, and there died stoically by starvation. They are widely Continue reading
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Kits, Cats, Sacks, and Wives
St. IvesBeing the Adventures of a French Prisoner in EnglandRobert Louis Stevenson ‘Discipline before all,’ said I. ‘Follow your front-rank man. With that, we began to turn our attention to the clothes. I was amazed to find them fit so well: not à la diable, in the haphazard manner of a soldier’s uniform or a ready-made Continue reading
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For Smiling On a Cloudy Day
Weir of HermistonRobert Louis Stevenson “Miss Christina, if you please, Mr. Weir,” she interrupted. “I canna bear the contraction.” “You forget it has a friendly sound for me. Your aunt is an old friend of mine, and a very good one. I hope we shall see much of you at Hermiston?” “My aunt and my Continue reading
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Waterfall of Tears in The Moonlight
Across the PlainsRobert Louis Stevenson Close at his heels followed the Arethusa’s gendarme of the afternoon, imitating, with a nice shade of difference, the imperial bearing of his chief; only, as he passed, he struck lightly with his open hand on the shoulder of his late captive, and with that ringing, dramatic utterance of which Continue reading
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A Gift Real Special
The Wrong BoxRobert Louis Stevenson & Lloyd Osbourne ‘What a people are these Americans!’ he thought. ‘Look at this nervous, weedy, simple little bird in a lownecked shirt, and think of him wielding and directing interests so extended and seemingly incongruous! ‘But had we not better,’ he observed aloud, ‘had we not perhaps better approach Continue reading
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The Snow Has Covered All Your Footsteps
The Master of BallantraeA Winter’s TaleRobert Louis Stevenson “We are so falsely situate we dare not show the man the door; the country would fly on fire against us; and I had this one hold upon him—and now it is gone—now he may come back to-morrow, and we must all sit down with him to Continue reading
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Chingedy Ching
Travels With a Donkey in The CevennesRobert Louis Stevenson At last the path crossed the Chassezac upon a bridge, and, forsaking this deep hollow, set itself to cross the mountain of La Goulet. It wound up through Lestampes by upland fields and woods of beech and birch, and with every corner brought me into an Continue reading
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