Toward the close of a cool, pleasant day in September, 18—, the residents of the village of Readestown were startled by seeing a ...

The clipper ship Aurelian, one of the few survivors of the old West India trade, had sighted Sandy Hook and was making New York harbor ...

By looking at any comprehensive map it can be readily seen that upon the western end of the Island of Cuba, there is a cape known as San ...

It was a bitterly cold night in March. The bleak, gloomy streets of Chicago were almost deserted. A poor little boy in rags was ...

It was late on a cold November night in the city of Boston, the sky was obscured by dark, stormy clouds, a bleak wind was whistling ...

It was near the close of a beautiful day in June, and the declining sun shed its radiance softly over the crags and heights of the Andes ...

A report had gained extensive circulation that Frank Reade Jr. of Readestown, U. S. A., had brought out a new invention. This rumor ...

Frank Reade was noted the world over as a wonderful and distinguished inventor of marvelous machines in the line of steam and ...

Three young girls, as fair as youth and beauty could make them, stood with arms twined about one another on the sands of Newport one hot ...

“Sufferin’ whirligigs, Pard Matt! Look at that bubble wagon! Is it trying to turn a handspring, or ‘skin the cat,’ or climb that ...

“For its size, pard, I reckon this is about the biggest town on the map. We’ve been here five days, and the traffic squad has been busy ...

Craft and greed showed in the eyes of the hatchet-faced Chinaman. He seemed to have been in deep slumber in the car seat, but the ...

"It's three long and weary hours, pard before the boat for New York ties up at the landing. You don't want to cool your heels in the ...

"Sufferin' treadmills! Say, pard, here's where I drop down in the shade and catch my breath. How much farther have we got to go?" "Not ...

"Hello, dere, Viskers!" grinned Carl Pretzel, reaching up to grab the hairy paw of the Zulu chief. "Howdy, Dutch!" answered the chief, ...

“Linchpin lost!—wheel off!—broke down!” In a dark little valley, lying nearly midway between Fort Sully and Deadwood, and not far from ...

A brown man in a white turban sat by the river. It was night, and a little fire of sticks sent strange gleams sparkling across the ...

Strange, how a few harmless ingredients, thrown together and mixed, will set the trouble pot a-boiling. Saltpeter is an innocent and ...

"Where's the old man, Prebbles?" "Don't ask me, Jim. I haven't a notion." "Well, there's a letter for him." The postman dropped a ...

"How fast the river flows! How it roars in my ears and drowns the sound of your voice, my dearest! It is bearing me away! Oh, save me! ...