"Ho, my boy! do you wish to make a dollar?" "I do, sir—indeed I do." "What is your name?" "Will, sir." "Well, Will, can you keep ...

"The island lies nine leagues away, Along its solitary shore Of craggy rock and sandy bay No sound but ocean's roar, Save where the ...

Chip! chip! All day long that same monotonous sound, chip, chip—chip, chip, had echoed through Solomon Bertram’s workroom. He called ...