Many long years have elapsed since I first set foot in the valley of the Mississippi. I had strayed thither a young and enthusiastic ...

"I say, stranger, did you see anything of a confounded big b'ar passing this way?" The question was uttered by Davy Crockett, the ...

Fancy a dingy old brick house on B— street, New York City—dusty outside and moldy in all its ragged, papered walls inside—a dreary house ...

“Her lips were silent—scarcely beat her heart, Her eyes alone proclaimed, ‘we must not part;’ Thy hope may perish, or thy friends may ...

"Annie, girl, who is that coming up the spring path? Ah me! I fear my old eyes are beginning to fail me at last!" "Coming up the—ugh! ...

"Well, Burr, any change today?" "Yes—a great one." "For better or worse?" "The road will be open for us tomorrow. She's dying." ...

"Ef yer strike that gal, by ther heavings erbove I'll send er bullet through yer skull or bury my knife in yer heart," and the speaker's ...

“Has Vance returned yet?” asked Jared Whitemore, a stout, florid-complexioned man of sixty-five, opening the door of his private office ...

“Crack! crack!” rang out the reports of two rifles over the calm bosom of the lake, and two canoes, about fifty rods apart, seemed to ...

The scene opens upon one of those great rivers of the West, in the country that Tecumseh claimed and fought for so gallantly. The forest ...

"I wonder what has become of that everlasting Yankee? He promised to meet me here at noon, yet I have stood here and seen the shadows of ...

"Haow dew yeou dew, cap.?" "Fine, yer honor; and how is yerself?" A tall, spare specimen of the backwoodsman, who was sitting by a ...

Mr. and Mrs. Craven Black, summoning the indispensable Mrs. Artress to a private conference, passed some hours in their own room in ...

“Stop!” A boy of some eighteen or nineteen years rushed frantically out upon a wharf bordering the harbor of Havana. “Hold on!” ...

"Their black hair, thick and lowering, Above their wild eyes hung, And about their frowning foreheads Like wreaths of night-shade ...

Luis Senarens went by "no name" when he wrote stories about Frank Reade and Frank Reade Jr. There are almost two hundred entries, only a...

Frank Reade Jr. the inventor of many wonderful machines and whose fame was worldwide, sat in his study one day in September looking over ...

The hot Arkansas sun shone hotly down upon Dead-Man’s Forest, that vast, sleepy army of trees that silently overlooked acres of ...

It was a sultry, scorching day, on the banks of the river Gila—very sultry and silent. The sun in the zenith looked whitely down, and ...

Sir Harold Wynde, Baronet, was standing upon the pier head at Brighton, looking idly seaward, and watching the play of the sunset rays ...