sunshine. The sleepy hum of a threshing-machine filled the neighbouring fields and hung about the q...
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was not sorry to find myself once more in the open road, under a pale and somewhat troubled-looking...
cliff seemed to skirt the shores of creation and void space. The snow crunched under foot, and at f...
long years, the heroine of the sweet old ballad of 'Johnnie Faa' - she who, at the call of the gips...
"That is the business, sir," said James. "Well, well," said Alan; and then in the same tone of chil...
It is true we were not so wise as we might have been, and made a great deal of sorrow out of nothin...
Essays of Travel by Robert Louis Stevenson Contents I. THE AMATEUR EMIGRANT: FROM THE CLYDE TO SA...
fill. Last but not least, I come to my excellent friend Mr. Jones. It would be difficult to say wh...
I felt saddened at this defection, and yet half-pleased to have the night so quietly to myself. The...
and round and tossed the shadows in masses. The air was hot, but it struck a chill from its foetor....
acquaintance, getting earlier through with his work, came home on the Friday instead of the Saturda...
to the air, his eyes seeking and bestowing encouragement - and to have enjoyed the bow, so nicely c...
pink and amber; the fog-horn still blew, stertorous and intermittent; and to add to the discomfort,...
been to sea before the mast. Two people more unlike by training, character, and habits it would be ...
one delighting to pursue an argument. The sermon was in English on account of the assize. The judge...