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At Santa Ysabel del Mar the season was at one of those moments when the air rests quiet over land and sea. The old breezes were gone; the new ones were not yet risen. The flowers in the mission garden opened wide; no wind came by day or night to shake the loose petals from their stems. Along the basking, silent, many-colored shore gathered and lingered the crisp odors of the mountains. The dust hung golden and motionless long after the rider was behind the hill, and the Pacific lay like a floor of sapphire, whereon to walk beyond the setting sun into the East. One white sail shone there. Instead of an hour, it had been from dawn till afternoon in sight between the short headlands; and the Padre had hoped that it might be the ship his homesick heart awaited. But it had slowly passed. From an arch in his garden cloisters he was now watching the last of it. Presently it was gone, and the great ocean lay empty. The Padre put his glasses in his lap. For a short while he read in his breviary, but soon forgot it again. He looked at the flowers and sunny ridges, then at the huge blue triangle of sea which the opening of the hills let into sight. "Paradise," he murmured, "need not hold more beauty and peace. But I think I would exchange all my remaining years of this for one sight again of Paris or Seville. May God forgive me such a thought!"
Something new was happening among the Crow Indians. A young pretender had appeared in the tribe. What this might lead to was unknown alike to white man and to red; but the old Crow chiefs discussed it in their councils, and the soldiers at Fort Custer, and the civilians at the agency twelve miles up the river, and all the white settlers in the valley discussed it also. Lieutenants Stirling and Haines, of the First Cavalry, were speculating upon it as they rode one afternoon. "Can't tell about Indians," said Stirling. "But I think the Crows are too reasonable to go on the war-path." "Reasonable!" said Haines. He was young, and new to Indians. "Just so. Until you come to his superstitions, the Indian can reason as straight as you or I. He's perfectly logical."
Like Adam, our first conspicuous ancestor, I must begin, and lay the blame upon a woman; I am glad to recognize that I differ from the father of my sex in no important particular, being as manlike as most of his sons. Therefore it is the woman, my Aunt Carola, who must bear the whole reproach of the folly which I shall forthwith confess to you, since she it was who put it into my head; and, as it was only to make Eve happy that her husband ever consented to eat the disastrous apple, so I, save to please my relative, had never aspired to become a Selected Salic Scion. I rejoice now that I did so, that I yielded to her temptation. Ours is a wide country, and most of us know but our own corner of it, while, thanks to my Aunt, I have been able to add another corner. This, among many other enlightenments of navel and education, do I owe her; she stands on the threshold of all that is to come; therefore I were lacking in deference did I pass her and her Scions by without due mention, -employing no English but such as fits a theme so stately. Although she never left the threshold, nor went to Kings Port with me, nor saw the boy, or the girl, or any part of what befell them, she knew quite well who the boy was. When I wrote her about him, she remembered one of his grandmothers whom she had visited during her own girlhood, long before the war, both in Kings Port and at the family plantation; and this old memory led her to express a kindly interest in him. How odd and far away that interest seems, now that it has been turned to cold displeasure
The seven ages of Washington, a biography by Owen Wister. This book is a reproduction of the original book published in 1907 and may have some imperfections such as marks or hand-written notes.
Lady Baltimore is a novel written by Owen Wister, first published in 1906. It tells the story of a young man named Augustus who travels to the fictional town of Kings Port, South Carolina, where he falls in love with a local woman named Hortense. However, their relationship is complicated by the social norms and expectations of the town's elite, who are divided by a longstanding feud between two families, the Riegers and the Gourdins.As Augustus becomes more involved in the town's affairs, he discovers the history behind the feud and the tragic events that led to it. He also learns about the importance of tradition, honor, and loyalty in Southern culture, and the sacrifices that individuals must make to uphold these values.Throughout the novel, Wister explores themes of love, loyalty, and social class, as well as the complex relationships between men and women in the South. He also provides vivid descriptions of the town's architecture, culture, and natural beauty, painting a picture of a place that is both charming and deeply rooted in tradition.Overall, Lady Baltimore is a classic novel of Southern literature that offers a fascinating glimpse into the customs and values of a bygone era.1906. Wister, an American writer whose stories helped to establish the cowboy as an archetypical, individualist hero. However, is works were not limited to the Western. Lady Baltimore is a novel about aristocratic Southerners in Charleston. See other titles by this author available from Kessinger Publishing.This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.
In the old days, the happy days, when Wyoming was a Territory with a future instead of a State with a past, and the unfenced cattle grazed upon her ranges by prosperous thousands, young Lin McLean awaked early one morning in cow camp, and lay staring out of his blankets upon the world. He would be twenty-two this week. He was the youngest cow-puncher in camp. But because he could break wild horses, he was earning more dollars a month than any man there, except one. The cook was a more indispensable person. None save the cook was up, so far, this morning. Lin's brother punchers slept about him on the ground, some motionless, some shifting their prone heads to burrow deeper from the increasing day. The busy work of spring was over, that of the fall, or beef round-up, not yet come. It was mid-July, a lull for these hard-riding bachelors of the saddle, and many unspent dollars stood to Mr. McLean's credit on the ranch books. "What's the matter with some variety?" muttered the boy in his blankets.
""A House Party: An Account Of The Stories Told At A Gathering Of Famous American Authors"" is a collection of short stories and anecdotes shared by well-known American writers who gathered together for a weekend party. Written by Owen Wister, the author of the classic Western novel ""The Virginian"", this book provides a glimpse into the lives and personalities of some of the most prominent writers of the early 20th century. The stories are humorous, insightful, and reveal the wit and intelligence of these literary giants. The book includes contributions from luminaries such as Mark Twain, Edith Wharton, and Theodore Roosevelt, among others. It is a fascinating and entertaining read for anyone interested in American literature and the lives of its most celebrated authors.This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.
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In the untamed West, pioneers came to test their fortunes -- and their wills. The Wyoming territory was a harsh, unforgiving land, with its own unwritten code of honor by which men lived and died. Into this rough landscape rides the Virginian, a solitary man whose unbending will is his only guide through life. The Virginian's unwavering beliefs in right and wrong are soon tested as he tries to prove his love for a woman who cannot accept his sense of justice; at the same time, a betrayal by his most trusted friend forces him to fight against the corruption that rules the land. Still as exciting and meaningful as it was when first published one hundred years ago, Owen Wister's epic tale of a man caught between his love for a woman and his quest for justice exemplifies one of the most significant and enduring themes in all of American literature. With remarkable character depth and vivid passages, "The Virginian" stands not only as the first great novel of American Western literature, but as a testament to the eternal struggle between good and evil in humanity.
THERE was something wrong in the cellar at Wantley Manor. Little Whelpdale knew it, for he was Buttons, and Buttons always knows what is being done with the wine, though he may look as if he did not. And old Popham knew it, too. He was Butler, and responsible to Sir Godfrey for all the brandy, and ale, and cider, and mead, and canary, and other strong waters there were in the house. Now, Sir Godfrey Disseisin, fourth Baron of Wantley, and immediate tenant by knight-service to His Majesty King John of England, was particular about his dogs, and particular about his horses, and about his only daughter and his boy Roland, and had been very particular indeed about his wife, who, I am sorry to say, did not live long. But all this was nothing to the fuss he made about his wine. When the claret was not warm enough, or the Moselle wine was not cool enough, you could hear him roaring all over the house; for, though generous in heart and a staunch Churchman, he was immoderately choleric. Very often, when Sir Godfrey fell into one of his rages at dinner, old Popham, standing behind his chair, trembled so violently that his calves would shake loose, thus obliging him to hasten behind the tall leathern screen at the head of the banquet-hall and readjust them.
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Una escena curiosa atraía a los pasajeros hacia la ventanilla, tanto hombres como mujeres, así que me levanté y crucé el vagón para ver de qué se trataba. Cerca de las vías vi un cercado y alrededor de este había algunos hombres riendo; dentro del cercado había torbellinos de polvo, y en medio del polvo algunos caballos, corcoveando, apiñándose y esquivándose. Eran ponis vaqueros en un corral y uno de ellos no se dejaba atrapar, daba igual quién le lanzara el lazo. Estuvimos un buen rato contemplando aquel espectáculo; nuestro tren había parado para llenar el motor junto al tanque de agua un poco antes de llegar al andén de la estación de Medicine Bow. Ya llevábamos un retraso de seis horas y nos moríamos por algo de entretenimiento. El poni del corral era listo y de patas ligeras. ¿Han visto alguna vez a un boxeador habilidoso estudiando a su antagonista con una mirada silenciosa y fija? Esa mirada era la que el poni clavaba en cualquiera de los hombres que se acercara con el lazo. El jinete podía fingir que miraba hacia el cielo, que lucía espléndido, o que entablaba una animada conversación con un viandante; todo era inútil. El poni lo adivinaba. Ningún amago lo engañaba. Ese animal era todo un hombre de mundo. Sus ojos atentos se clavaban en la amenaza disimulada y la gravedad de su rictus de caballo convertía la situación en una escena de comedia costumbrista. Luego, le lanzaban el lazo, pero el animal ya se encontraba en otro lugar; si los caballos se ríen, debía de abundar la alegría en aquel corral. En ocasiones, el poni daba una vuelta solo, a continuación se deslizaba como un rayo entre sus hermanos, y todos ellos, como un banco de peces juguetones, salían trotando por el corral, pateando el fino polvo y ¿tal como me pareció¿ riéndose a carcajadas.
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