Robert Louis Stevenson
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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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Some Enchanted Evening
In The South SeasRobert Louis Stevenson There is no doubt these islanders are fond of drink, and no doubt they refrain from the indulgence; a bout on a feast-day, for instance, may be followed by a week or a month of rigorous sobriety. Mr. Wilmot attributes this to Paumotuan frugality and the love of hoarding; Continue reading
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The Dark Side Gets Its Way
The Body-SnatcherRobert Louis Stevenson Gray, for that was the stranger’s name, invited Fettes to join them at dinner, ordered a feast so sumptuous that the tavern was thrown into commotion, and when all was done commanded Macfarlane to settle the bill. It was late before they separated; the man Gray was incapably drunk. Macfarlane, sobered Continue reading
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All of Us Light, All of Us Free
A Child’s Garden of VersesRobert Louis Stevenson Close by the jolly fire I sitTo warm my frozen bones a bit;Or with a reindeer-sled, exploreThe colder countries round the door. When to go out, my nurse doth wrapMe in my comforter and cap:The cold wind burns my face, and blows[92]Its frosty pepper up my nose. Black Continue reading
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