"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." ...

“Indios—Indios bravos!” yelled Manuel Navaja, as he discharged his escopette full at the glowing disk of old Sol; then dropping it, he ...

“Bah! for my part, I believe it sheer nonsense—nothing but a hoax.” “So said I until lately; but now I know there is something in it.” ...

Mid-afternoon of an oppressively hot and sultry day, in the year ’54. We call the reader’s attention to a scene, that, if not romantic, ...