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charset=ISO-8859-1 X-Parsed-By ['org.apache.tika.parser.DefaultParser', 'org.apache.tika.parser.csv.TextAndCSVParser'] X-TIKA:content_handler ToTextContentHandler X-TIKA:embedded_depth 0 X-TIKA:parse_time_millis 4 resourceName b'2066.txt' === file2bib.sh === id: 502 author: Grey, Zane title: Desert Gold date: pages: extension: .txt txt: ./txt/502.txt cache: ./cache/502.txt Content-Encoding ISO-8859-1 Content-Type text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 X-Parsed-By ['org.apache.tika.parser.DefaultParser', 'org.apache.tika.parser.csv.TextAndCSVParser'] X-TIKA:content_handler ToTextContentHandler X-TIKA:embedded_depth 0 X-TIKA:parse_time_millis 5 resourceName b'502.txt' === file2bib.sh === id: 10201 author: Grey, Zane title: The Desert of Wheat date: pages: extension: .txt txt: ./txt/10201.txt cache: ./cache/10201.txt Content-Encoding ISO-8859-1 Content-Type text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 X-Parsed-By ['org.apache.tika.parser.DefaultParser', 'org.apache.tika.parser.csv.TextAndCSVParser'] X-TIKA:content_handler ToTextContentHandler X-TIKA:embedded_depth 0 X-TIKA:parse_time_millis 6 resourceName b'10201.txt' === file2bib.sh === id: 12225 author: Grey, Zane title: Tales of lonely trails date: pages: extension: .txt txt: ./txt/12225.txt cache: ./cache/12225.txt Content-Encoding UTF-8 Content-Type text/plain; charset=UTF-8 X-Parsed-By ['org.apache.tika.parser.DefaultParser', 'org.apache.tika.parser.csv.TextAndCSVParser'] X-TIKA:content_handler ToTextContentHandler X-TIKA:embedded_depth 0 X-TIKA:parse_time_millis 6 resourceName b'12225.txt' Done mapping. Reducing grey-from-gutenberg === reduce.pl bib === id = 15580 author = Grey, Zane title = The Rustlers of Pecos County date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 74830 sentences = 7031 flesch = 95 summary = "Miss Sampson, here is Vaughn Steele to see you," I said. "Mr. Steele, I'm pleased to meet you," said Miss Sampson. "Mr. Steele, we've heard of you in Austin," said Sally with her eyes Miss Sampson looked alarmed and Sally turned pale, to my extreme joy. "Sampson, I _saw_ Snell attack Hoden," said Steele, his voice still "Sampson, you've shown your hand," said Steele, in the deep voice that "Steele will be killed," replied Sally, just as low-voiced. Sally said he'd meant you'd be killed, Miss Sampson felt bad about it. "Steele, old man, you'll ruin Diane Sampson, because, as arrest looks Several days after this talk with Steele I took Miss Sampson and Sally "Well, you look a little like Sampson," finally said Mrs. Hoden, "but "Sally, did you hear what Miss Sampson said to Steele?" I asked. perhaps a little of what Miss Sampson's must have been to Steele. cache = ./cache/15580.txt txt = ./txt/15580.txt === reduce.pl bib === id = 29346 author = Grey, Zane title = Tales of Fishes date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 77273 sentences = 5930 flesch = 90 summary = Dan and I would have our hands full when a fish got hooked. were sighted, and that fact encouraged Captain Dan. The next day, late in the afternoon, I had a strike and hooked a "He's a whale!" yelled Captain Dan. Probably this fish measured eight feet between his dorsal fin and the Captain Dan said he had seen a big swordfish jump off to the west, and Captain Dan got the boat turned before the swordfish began to leap. Captain Dan advised a long line out so that we could circle the fish change reels or lines or rods with a big fish working all the time." line, and as I pulled and Dan reeled the fish came up nearer. fish, and began to leap toward the boat, making a big bag in the line. hooked it and found myself fast to a deep-sea, hard-fighting fish of cache = ./cache/29346.txt txt = ./txt/29346.txt === reduce.pl bib === id = 15673 author = Grey, Zane title = The Day of the Beast date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 92301 sentences = 8969 flesch = 94 summary = Then it came Lane's turn, and what they said or did he scarcely knew, "You were always a good boy, Daren, to me and Lorna," murmured Mrs. Lane, almost in tears. "Mother, I was awake last night when she got home," went on Lane, "Yes, Smith, we fellows 'went away,'" replied Lane, with satire, "and "Blair, I'll beat it, and let Red go to sleep," said Lane, taking up "Blair, let's play the game out to the end," said Lane. "Helen, here's Daren Lane home from the war, wearing the _Croix de Next Lane saw a slim young man standing close to this girl, in Daren Lane is a soldier come home to die. "Girls, I want to know what Daren Lane did or said on Friday night at Mel Iden had been in her home four days when Lane first saw her there. The doctor came to Lane's room and told him the girl cache = ./cache/15673.txt txt = ./txt/15673.txt === reduce.pl bib === id = 19246 author = Grey, Zane title = The Young Pitcher date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 56409 sentences = 5048 flesch = 94 summary = door the Sophs stared open-mouthed at Ken. Arthurs had a worried look, One evening early in February Worry Arthurs called upon Ken. His face with it were worn out, but Ken was thinking of what hard ball-playing Then Arthurs called "Play ball!" giving the old varsity the field. Before Ken got back to his position the second batter hit hard through If Worry had picked any more players for the varsity, Ken could not Ken took the ball Worry tossed him, and, picking up a bat, began to Ken pitched the second ball in the same place with With the bases full, Ken let his arm out and pitched the fast ball at game with Herne, Worry Arthurs had Ken Ward closeted with Homans and Ken saw Reddy Ray go to bat and drive the ball against the right-field The crack of the ball, as well as Worry's yell, told Ken what had cache = ./cache/19246.txt txt = ./txt/19246.txt === reduce.pl bib === id = 13937 author = Grey, Zane title = The Mysterious Rider date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 99433 sentences = 10218 flesch = 97 summary = "Yes--my son--Jack--he's comin' home," said Belllounds, with a break in "Jack Belllounds is coming home to-night or to-morrow," she said. "Wal, Jack--my son--I'm sure glad you're back home," said the old "You mean Jack Belllounds came home," said Columbine. "Dad needs good hands," she said, with her eyes on the gray sage slopes. "Hyar, you Jack Belllounds," said Lem, "couldn't you see Wils wasn't Wade looked up into the face of Jack Belllounds, returned his brief "An' is it so, Columbine, that you're to marry Jack Belllounds?" asked "You son-of-a-hound-dog!" came to Columbine's listening ears in Wade's "Wade, I want some elk steak," old Belllounds had said the day before. Wade I'd forgive Jack Belllounds and never hate him--or kill him!... "Wade, it's not like you to be hopeless for any man," said Moore. "Reckon you'd have it better if you say Buster Jack," replied Wade, with "Belllounds, you've every man's good will," replied Wade. cache = ./cache/13937.txt txt = ./txt/13937.txt === reduce.pl bib === id = 2057 author = Grey, Zane title = The Last of the Plainsmen date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 71998 sentences = 5235 flesch = 91 summary = "Jones big white chief--rope buffalo--tie up tight," continued Emmett, "Me big chief," went on Jones, "me go far north--Land of Little Jones's men, called Rust, who was working on the Canyon trail. Jones said he did not like the looks of the tackle; and when I thought Next moment I was shaking hands with Frank and Jim, Jones's ranchmen. "That dog will make a great lion-chaser," said Jones, decisively, after "Likely," said Jones, who thought it best not to tell all he knew. ready; Frank was packing Old Baldy; Jones talked to his horse as he "Jones," said Frank, "Jim an' I'll ooze round here to-day. The Indian led the way with the dogs, and Rea and Jones followed, Satan was creeping close to Wallace and Jones, with Frank looming white saw Frank far down the break, with Jones and Wallace not a quarter of a "A lion run-way," said Jones. cache = ./cache/2057.txt txt = ./txt/2057.txt === reduce.pl bib === id = 9932 author = Grey, Zane title = The Last Trail date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 73740 sentences = 6006 flesch = 90 summary = "Come, let us walk," Colonel Zane said abruptly, and, with Mr. Sheppard, followed the girls down the path. "Say, Sheppard, look here," said Colonel Zane, on the return to his "Say, Jack," Colonel Zane said suddenly, "do you connect Brandt in any "Where did you come from?" asked Helen, looking up at Jonathan. "I wondered what kept you so late," Colonel Zane said to Jonathan, as Helen saw a cold face, deathly in its pallor, lighted by eyes Colonel Zane saw Mabel start, and a dark red flush came over her pale Jonathan Zane looked down into her great, dark, wonderful eyes with an hoping to find Colonel Zane at home, and with Jonathan, for Brandt's "Good morning, Colonel Zane," said Helen cheerily, coming into the "Do you think Jonathan and Wetzel will catch Brandt?" asked Helen, "Looks like a man," said Jonathan. behind Colonel Zane and Jonathan, and Helen Sheppard appeared, white, cache = ./cache/9932.txt txt = ./txt/9932.txt === reduce.pl bib === id = 10201 author = Grey, Zane title = The Desert of Wheat date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 122020 sentences = 11506 flesch = 93 summary = Kurt Dorn walked away from the gray old clapboard house, out to the "Must be Anderson--coming to dun father," muttered young Dorn. "I heard you tell father you had studied wheat," said the girl, "Father, I'm glad you spoke well of the young man," said Lenore, still "It looks like storm-clouds over there," said Lenore, pointing far Lenore smiled at these wheat men, and said: "It surely will rain--and Kurt Dorn had indeed no hope of ever seeing Lenore Anderson again, and The blaze of joy on old Dorn's face gave Kurt a twinge of pain. "Wal, Kurt Dorn's not goin' to war," replied her father. "No wonder he's sad," replied Lenore, and briefly told Kurt Dorn's "Good morning, Kurt," said Lenore, extending her hand. "Come, we'll go out to the wheat-fields," said Lenore. "Come here, Kurt," he said, and then, putting Lenore before him, he "Lenore, never will that day come," replied Dorn. cache = ./cache/10201.txt txt = ./txt/10201.txt === reduce.pl bib === id = 1261 author = Grey, Zane title = Betty Zane date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 102615 sentences = 7849 flesch = 90 summary = "Betty, you must not excite him," said Colonel Zane. "Saved his life, of course," said Colonel Zane, answering for Isaac. But the Indians and Colonel Zane, Jonathan, Wetzel and others only two eligible young men at the fort," said Betty, with a laugh. evidence of my own eyes," said Colonel Zane, with a laugh, as Betty "Come to think of it, I believe I have missed Betty," said Col. Zane, gravely. In due time Col. Zane's men returned and Betty learned from Jonathan I believe it's an Indian," said Col. Zane. Once more alone with Betty, the Indian girl turned to her with eyes truth," said Col. Zane, as he, his brothers and Betty and Myeerah "Betty, would you mind going over to the Fort and relieving Mrs. Martin an hour or two?" said Mrs. Zane one day as she came home, "Well, Betty, what do you think?" said Col. Zane, stopping before cache = ./cache/1261.txt txt = ./txt/1261.txt === reduce.pl bib === id = 502 author = Grey, Zane title = Desert Gold date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 107349 sentences = 9287 flesch = 92 summary = "Mercedes--Dick Gale, an old friend--the best friend I ever had." She came close to Gale, holding out her white hands, a woman all fire her white hands now at her breast, her great eyes watching Gale as he Once Gale saw her white face flash in the light of a street lamp. By this time Dick Gale's ears began to burn and he was trying to make Dick was haunted by the strange expression he had caught on Mrs. Belding's face, especially the look in her eyes. Ladd and Lash, if they got a glimpse of Blanco Sol, then Gale would "Dick Gale, you want my Nell? Gale helped Ladd hold Thorne upon the horse until they reached Gale saw the white horses pass his door like silent Dick Gale's, upon Jim Lash's and Thorne's. "Mr. Belding, I've come west to look up my lost son," said Mr. Gale. cache = ./cache/502.txt txt = ./txt/502.txt === reduce.pl bib === id = 385 author = Grey, Zane title = The Redheaded Outfield, and Other Baseball Stories date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 55429 sentences = 4590 flesch = 93 summary = the ball home to catch the scoring Clammer, Reddie Ray leaped up, got would not have been like matured ball players to try to crop hits down ball far round into right field, but he hit it high, and almost before sidestepped every time Rube pitched a ball. and tossed a white ball to Rube and called: "Play!" The bleachers set made Buffalo hit the ball and when runners got on bases once more let hard hitting, sharp fielding and good base running, and the game was the big leagues, but any old ball player or manager knows better. Chicago players were on the field tossing and batting balls; the Rube, game; and he knew it was good pitching to keep the ball in close to Natchez team to supply the balls for the games they played. Natchez scored a run on a hit, a base on balls, and another error by cache = ./cache/385.txt txt = ./txt/385.txt === reduce.pl bib === id = 12225 author = Grey, Zane title = Tales of lonely trails date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 131152 sentences = 10341 flesch = 93 summary = JONES AND EMETT PACKING LION ON HORSE those who love horses and dogs, the long winding dim trails, the wild Mountains began to loom, and we saw the dark green slopes of spruce, long burned slope we came to the White River trail, and followed it up like Don of my old lion-hunting days, slipped us, and was not missed "Hounds running wild," he yelled, and the dark shadows of the cedars the first time I ever saw a lion jump a deer right under my nose!" "Shore it'll stop snowin' soon," said Jim. The falling snow had thinned out and looked like flying powder; the rim, and a quarter of a mile from camp we crossed a lion trail running climb back to the rim, and I followed Jim. Why the lions ran in that particular direction was clear to me when [Illustration: JONES AND EMETT PACKING LION ON HORSE] cache = ./cache/12225.txt txt = ./txt/12225.txt === reduce.pl bib === id = 2070 author = Grey, Zane title = To the Last Man date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 97860 sentences = 9014 flesch = 94 summary = "Shore I knowed you was Jean Isbel," he said. had he kissed a girl--until this brown-faced Ellen Jorth came his way. "Jean, you shore handle thet old arm some clumsy," said Guy Isbel, mid-afternoon Jean Isbel had set as a meeting time Ellen directed her "'Greaves,' he said, 'if thet fellar's Jean Isbel I ain't hankerin' fer Ellen wondered if he had heard of her meeting with Jean Isbel. "That's what jean Isbel beat y'u for," went on Ellen. Jean Isbel and Ellen Jorth! "Shore it was Jean Isbel," replied Ellen, coolly. "Ellen, did Jean Isbel see this black horse?" Suddenly across Jean's mind flashed a thought of Ellen Jorth. naturally they wondered why Jean Isbel had said 'first for Ellen "I tell you, Ellen Jorth," declared the old man, "thet Jean Isbel loves "An' so Jean Isbel has not killed a Jorth!" said Ellen, in strange, cache = ./cache/2070.txt txt = ./txt/2070.txt === reduce.pl bib === id = 2066 author = Grey, Zane title = Wildfire date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 104287 sentences = 10027 flesch = 97 summary = "Sure, I like Jim," interrupted Bostil; and he avoided Lucy's swift "Lucy--you look--like--like she used to be," said Bostil, unsteadily. "Lucy, I want to ask you somethin'," said Bostil, presently. have hoss sense." Then, looking up to see Lucy Bostil coming along the Lucy Bostil did indeed have an eye for a horse. "Wal, Miss Lucy, the King sure looks good," said Farlane, as she jumped "It's Sage King, Bostil's favorite," said Lucy. While Slone went for the horse and saddled him Lucy composed herself rest--and then the race," said Lucy, turning again to look at Slone. by Old Hoss an' Silver--an' last--Wildfire, by Lucy Bostil." "Oh, Dad, why, why didn't you hurry Creech's horses over?" said Lucy, Do I look much like Lucy Bostil?" "Lucy's run off with Slone," added Bostil. "Say, Bostil, I happen to know Slone didn't see Lucy last night," Bostil, you forget Slone is out there on Lucy's trail. cache = ./cache/2066.txt txt = ./txt/2066.txt === reduce.pl bib === id = 1239 author = Grey, Zane title = The Spirit of the Border: A Romance of the Early Settlers in the Ohio Valley date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 90246 sentences = 7149 flesch = 89 summary = "Yes, Joe, and right glad I am to find you," answered the young man, "Already up to your old tricks?" asked Jim, with his hand on Joe's "Is Fort Henry near the Indian towns?" asked Joe. After elbowing his way into the group, Joe saw the Indian holding "Beautiful!" impetuously said Nell, looking up at Joe. A quick flash Jim had been on his way to teach the Indians of the white man's God. Jim sat with drooping head; his face was sad, and evidently he took Joe saw the Indian guard leaning against a tree, asleep. "Girty nigh did fer you," remarked Wetzel, examining Joe's wound. Joe turned and looked in his brother's eyes. "Come--we'll find Colonel Zane," said Joe, opening the door. As they went out Joe saw the Indian guide standing in exactly the "White Chief is idle to-day," said Half King, speaking in the Indian cache = ./cache/1239.txt txt = ./txt/1239.txt Building ./etc/reader.txt 2066 12225 1261 9932 15580 1261 number of items: 15 sum of words: 1,356,942 average size in words: 90,462 average readability score: 92 nouns: man; eyes; time; face; day; men; way; hand; life; head; horse; night; water; something; trail; moment; girl; one; father; horses; hands; voice; fire; place; line; feet; heart; sight; ball; side; game; fish; room; love; mind; wind; blood; door; years; days; camp; light; forest; rifle; slope; ground; thing; boys; war; end verbs: was; had; be; were; ''s; have; been; did; said; is; do; see; saw; made; came; come; got; are; seemed; go; ''ve; replied; ''m; get; went; know; ''re; heard; tell; looked; let; make; say; has; felt; think; began; knew; take; seen; turned; took; asked; look; found; left; called; ran; told; want adjectives: little; old; long; other; good; white; more; dark; great; last; many; big; strange; wild; first; few; young; red; black; hard; low; gray; same; beautiful; bad; deep; own; cold; much; open; right; full; next; sure; indian; dead; heavy; high; such; clear; several; strong; blue; green; new; short; sweet; hot; terrible; wonderful adverbs: not; then; n''t; up; out; so; down; now; never; back; here; there; only; away; again; as; off; just; more; too; ever; all; on; in; once; still; over; far; always; even; well; almost; very; long; soon; suddenly; slowly; yet; presently; enough; right; much; perhaps; most; hard; however; first; home; no; before pronouns: he; i; his; it; you; him; her; she; me; my; we; they; them; your; their; us; its; our; himself; myself; herself; ''em; themselves; ''s; yourself; itself; yours; mine; one; y''u; i''m; hers; em; ourselves; ours; you''re; you''ll; theirs; yu; ye; yourselves; you''ve; it''s; hisself; yerself; yer; thy; i''d; y''u''d; we''d proper nouns: lane; _; jim; jean; lucy; slone; wade; wetzel; jones; zane; bostil; gale; ken; betty; indians; jack; kurt; dorn; thet; lenore; ellen; steele; wal; nell; colonel; helen; jonathan; joe; isbel; indian; dick; belding; sampson; columbine; miss; anderson; mr.; god; wildfire; creech; jorth; yaqui; girty; mrs.; moore; king; ladd; sally; rube; dan keywords: jim; mr.; indians; wal; miss; god; zane; wetzel; shore; old; mrs.; look; fort; colonel; white; wayne; valley; tom; texas; sure; sam; nell; moze; lane; jones; jonathan; jack; indian; illustration; hill; helen; girty; george; don; dad; come; canyon; bill; betty; yaqui; wright; wrapp; worry; wingenund; winds; wilson; wildfire; whit; wheat; wells one topic; one dimension: said file(s): ./cache/15673.txt titles(s): The Day of the Beast three topics; one dimension: ll; said; lane file(s): ./cache/10201.txt, ./cache/1261.txt, ./cache/29346.txt titles(s): The Desert of Wheat | Betty Zane | Tales of Fishes five topics; three dimensions: ll said did; jean ken ll; lane said ll; betty zane said; fish line swordfish file(s): ./cache/502.txt, ./cache/19246.txt, ./cache/15673.txt, ./cache/1261.txt, ./cache/29346.txt titles(s): Desert Gold | The Young Pitcher | The Day of the Beast | Betty Zane | Tales of Fishes Type: gutenberg title: grey-from-gutenberg date: 2021-01-09 time: 15:45 username: emorgan patron: Eric Morgan email: emorgan@nd.edu input: author:"Grey, Zane" ==== make-pages.sh htm files ==== make-pages.sh complex files ==== make-pages.sh named enities ==== making bibliographics id: 15673 author: Grey, Zane title: The Day of the Beast date: words: 92301 sentences: 8969 pages: flesch: 94 cache: ./cache/15673.txt txt: ./txt/15673.txt summary: Then it came Lane''s turn, and what they said or did he scarcely knew, "You were always a good boy, Daren, to me and Lorna," murmured Mrs. Lane, almost in tears. "Mother, I was awake last night when she got home," went on Lane, "Yes, Smith, we fellows ''went away,''" replied Lane, with satire, "and "Blair, I''ll beat it, and let Red go to sleep," said Lane, taking up "Blair, let''s play the game out to the end," said Lane. "Helen, here''s Daren Lane home from the war, wearing the _Croix de Next Lane saw a slim young man standing close to this girl, in Daren Lane is a soldier come home to die. "Girls, I want to know what Daren Lane did or said on Friday night at Mel Iden had been in her home four days when Lane first saw her there. The doctor came to Lane''s room and told him the girl id: 15580 author: Grey, Zane title: The Rustlers of Pecos County date: words: 74830 sentences: 7031 pages: flesch: 95 cache: ./cache/15580.txt txt: ./txt/15580.txt summary: "Miss Sampson, here is Vaughn Steele to see you," I said. "Mr. Steele, I''m pleased to meet you," said Miss Sampson. "Mr. Steele, we''ve heard of you in Austin," said Sally with her eyes Miss Sampson looked alarmed and Sally turned pale, to my extreme joy. "Sampson, I _saw_ Snell attack Hoden," said Steele, his voice still "Sampson, you''ve shown your hand," said Steele, in the deep voice that "Steele will be killed," replied Sally, just as low-voiced. Sally said he''d meant you''d be killed, Miss Sampson felt bad about it. "Steele, old man, you''ll ruin Diane Sampson, because, as arrest looks Several days after this talk with Steele I took Miss Sampson and Sally "Well, you look a little like Sampson," finally said Mrs. Hoden, "but "Sally, did you hear what Miss Sampson said to Steele?" I asked. perhaps a little of what Miss Sampson''s must have been to Steele. id: 19246 author: Grey, Zane title: The Young Pitcher date: words: 56409 sentences: 5048 pages: flesch: 94 cache: ./cache/19246.txt txt: ./txt/19246.txt summary: door the Sophs stared open-mouthed at Ken. Arthurs had a worried look, One evening early in February Worry Arthurs called upon Ken. His face with it were worn out, but Ken was thinking of what hard ball-playing Then Arthurs called "Play ball!" giving the old varsity the field. Before Ken got back to his position the second batter hit hard through If Worry had picked any more players for the varsity, Ken could not Ken took the ball Worry tossed him, and, picking up a bat, began to Ken pitched the second ball in the same place with With the bases full, Ken let his arm out and pitched the fast ball at game with Herne, Worry Arthurs had Ken Ward closeted with Homans and Ken saw Reddy Ray go to bat and drive the ball against the right-field The crack of the ball, as well as Worry''s yell, told Ken what had id: 29346 author: Grey, Zane title: Tales of Fishes date: words: 77273 sentences: 5930 pages: flesch: 90 cache: ./cache/29346.txt txt: ./txt/29346.txt summary: Dan and I would have our hands full when a fish got hooked. were sighted, and that fact encouraged Captain Dan. The next day, late in the afternoon, I had a strike and hooked a "He''s a whale!" yelled Captain Dan. Probably this fish measured eight feet between his dorsal fin and the Captain Dan said he had seen a big swordfish jump off to the west, and Captain Dan got the boat turned before the swordfish began to leap. Captain Dan advised a long line out so that we could circle the fish change reels or lines or rods with a big fish working all the time." line, and as I pulled and Dan reeled the fish came up nearer. fish, and began to leap toward the boat, making a big bag in the line. hooked it and found myself fast to a deep-sea, hard-fighting fish of id: 13937 author: Grey, Zane title: The Mysterious Rider date: words: 99433 sentences: 10218 pages: flesch: 97 cache: ./cache/13937.txt txt: ./txt/13937.txt summary: "Yes--my son--Jack--he''s comin'' home," said Belllounds, with a break in "Jack Belllounds is coming home to-night or to-morrow," she said. "Wal, Jack--my son--I''m sure glad you''re back home," said the old "You mean Jack Belllounds came home," said Columbine. "Dad needs good hands," she said, with her eyes on the gray sage slopes. "Hyar, you Jack Belllounds," said Lem, "couldn''t you see Wils wasn''t Wade looked up into the face of Jack Belllounds, returned his brief "An'' is it so, Columbine, that you''re to marry Jack Belllounds?" asked "You son-of-a-hound-dog!" came to Columbine''s listening ears in Wade''s "Wade, I want some elk steak," old Belllounds had said the day before. Wade I''d forgive Jack Belllounds and never hate him--or kill him!... "Wade, it''s not like you to be hopeless for any man," said Moore. "Reckon you''d have it better if you say Buster Jack," replied Wade, with "Belllounds, you''ve every man''s good will," replied Wade. id: 385 author: Grey, Zane title: The Redheaded Outfield, and Other Baseball Stories date: words: 55429 sentences: 4590 pages: flesch: 93 cache: ./cache/385.txt txt: ./txt/385.txt summary: the ball home to catch the scoring Clammer, Reddie Ray leaped up, got would not have been like matured ball players to try to crop hits down ball far round into right field, but he hit it high, and almost before sidestepped every time Rube pitched a ball. and tossed a white ball to Rube and called: "Play!" The bleachers set made Buffalo hit the ball and when runners got on bases once more let hard hitting, sharp fielding and good base running, and the game was the big leagues, but any old ball player or manager knows better. Chicago players were on the field tossing and batting balls; the Rube, game; and he knew it was good pitching to keep the ball in close to Natchez team to supply the balls for the games they played. Natchez scored a run on a hit, a base on balls, and another error by id: 1261 author: Grey, Zane title: Betty Zane date: words: 102615 sentences: 7849 pages: flesch: 90 cache: ./cache/1261.txt txt: ./txt/1261.txt summary: "Betty, you must not excite him," said Colonel Zane. "Saved his life, of course," said Colonel Zane, answering for Isaac. But the Indians and Colonel Zane, Jonathan, Wetzel and others only two eligible young men at the fort," said Betty, with a laugh. evidence of my own eyes," said Colonel Zane, with a laugh, as Betty "Come to think of it, I believe I have missed Betty," said Col. Zane, gravely. In due time Col. Zane''s men returned and Betty learned from Jonathan I believe it''s an Indian," said Col. Zane. Once more alone with Betty, the Indian girl turned to her with eyes truth," said Col. Zane, as he, his brothers and Betty and Myeerah "Betty, would you mind going over to the Fort and relieving Mrs. Martin an hour or two?" said Mrs. Zane one day as she came home, "Well, Betty, what do you think?" said Col. Zane, stopping before id: 2070 author: Grey, Zane title: To the Last Man date: words: 97860 sentences: 9014 pages: flesch: 94 cache: ./cache/2070.txt txt: ./txt/2070.txt summary: "Shore I knowed you was Jean Isbel," he said. had he kissed a girl--until this brown-faced Ellen Jorth came his way. "Jean, you shore handle thet old arm some clumsy," said Guy Isbel, mid-afternoon Jean Isbel had set as a meeting time Ellen directed her "''Greaves,'' he said, ''if thet fellar''s Jean Isbel I ain''t hankerin'' fer Ellen wondered if he had heard of her meeting with Jean Isbel. "That''s what jean Isbel beat y''u for," went on Ellen. Jean Isbel and Ellen Jorth! "Shore it was Jean Isbel," replied Ellen, coolly. "Ellen, did Jean Isbel see this black horse?" Suddenly across Jean''s mind flashed a thought of Ellen Jorth. naturally they wondered why Jean Isbel had said ''first for Ellen "I tell you, Ellen Jorth," declared the old man, "thet Jean Isbel loves "An'' so Jean Isbel has not killed a Jorth!" said Ellen, in strange, id: 2066 author: Grey, Zane title: Wildfire date: words: 104287 sentences: 10027 pages: flesch: 97 cache: ./cache/2066.txt txt: ./txt/2066.txt summary: "Sure, I like Jim," interrupted Bostil; and he avoided Lucy''s swift "Lucy--you look--like--like she used to be," said Bostil, unsteadily. "Lucy, I want to ask you somethin''," said Bostil, presently. have hoss sense." Then, looking up to see Lucy Bostil coming along the Lucy Bostil did indeed have an eye for a horse. "Wal, Miss Lucy, the King sure looks good," said Farlane, as she jumped "It''s Sage King, Bostil''s favorite," said Lucy. While Slone went for the horse and saddled him Lucy composed herself rest--and then the race," said Lucy, turning again to look at Slone. by Old Hoss an'' Silver--an'' last--Wildfire, by Lucy Bostil." "Oh, Dad, why, why didn''t you hurry Creech''s horses over?" said Lucy, Do I look much like Lucy Bostil?" "Lucy''s run off with Slone," added Bostil. "Say, Bostil, I happen to know Slone didn''t see Lucy last night," Bostil, you forget Slone is out there on Lucy''s trail. id: 2057 author: Grey, Zane title: The Last of the Plainsmen date: words: 71998 sentences: 5235 pages: flesch: 91 cache: ./cache/2057.txt txt: ./txt/2057.txt summary: "Jones big white chief--rope buffalo--tie up tight," continued Emmett, "Me big chief," went on Jones, "me go far north--Land of Little Jones''s men, called Rust, who was working on the Canyon trail. Jones said he did not like the looks of the tackle; and when I thought Next moment I was shaking hands with Frank and Jim, Jones''s ranchmen. "That dog will make a great lion-chaser," said Jones, decisively, after "Likely," said Jones, who thought it best not to tell all he knew. ready; Frank was packing Old Baldy; Jones talked to his horse as he "Jones," said Frank, "Jim an'' I''ll ooze round here to-day. The Indian led the way with the dogs, and Rea and Jones followed, Satan was creeping close to Wallace and Jones, with Frank looming white saw Frank far down the break, with Jones and Wallace not a quarter of a "A lion run-way," said Jones. id: 1239 author: Grey, Zane title: The Spirit of the Border: A Romance of the Early Settlers in the Ohio Valley date: words: 90246 sentences: 7149 pages: flesch: 89 cache: ./cache/1239.txt txt: ./txt/1239.txt summary: "Yes, Joe, and right glad I am to find you," answered the young man, "Already up to your old tricks?" asked Jim, with his hand on Joe''s "Is Fort Henry near the Indian towns?" asked Joe. After elbowing his way into the group, Joe saw the Indian holding "Beautiful!" impetuously said Nell, looking up at Joe. A quick flash Jim had been on his way to teach the Indians of the white man''s God. Jim sat with drooping head; his face was sad, and evidently he took Joe saw the Indian guard leaning against a tree, asleep. "Girty nigh did fer you," remarked Wetzel, examining Joe''s wound. Joe turned and looked in his brother''s eyes. "Come--we''ll find Colonel Zane," said Joe, opening the door. As they went out Joe saw the Indian guide standing in exactly the "White Chief is idle to-day," said Half King, speaking in the Indian id: 502 author: Grey, Zane title: Desert Gold date: words: 107349 sentences: 9287 pages: flesch: 92 cache: ./cache/502.txt txt: ./txt/502.txt summary: "Mercedes--Dick Gale, an old friend--the best friend I ever had." She came close to Gale, holding out her white hands, a woman all fire her white hands now at her breast, her great eyes watching Gale as he Once Gale saw her white face flash in the light of a street lamp. By this time Dick Gale''s ears began to burn and he was trying to make Dick was haunted by the strange expression he had caught on Mrs. Belding''s face, especially the look in her eyes. Ladd and Lash, if they got a glimpse of Blanco Sol, then Gale would "Dick Gale, you want my Nell? Gale helped Ladd hold Thorne upon the horse until they reached Gale saw the white horses pass his door like silent Dick Gale''s, upon Jim Lash''s and Thorne''s. "Mr. Belding, I''ve come west to look up my lost son," said Mr. Gale. id: 10201 author: Grey, Zane title: The Desert of Wheat date: words: 122020 sentences: 11506 pages: flesch: 93 cache: ./cache/10201.txt txt: ./txt/10201.txt summary: Kurt Dorn walked away from the gray old clapboard house, out to the "Must be Anderson--coming to dun father," muttered young Dorn. "I heard you tell father you had studied wheat," said the girl, "Father, I''m glad you spoke well of the young man," said Lenore, still "It looks like storm-clouds over there," said Lenore, pointing far Lenore smiled at these wheat men, and said: "It surely will rain--and Kurt Dorn had indeed no hope of ever seeing Lenore Anderson again, and The blaze of joy on old Dorn''s face gave Kurt a twinge of pain. "Wal, Kurt Dorn''s not goin'' to war," replied her father. "No wonder he''s sad," replied Lenore, and briefly told Kurt Dorn''s "Good morning, Kurt," said Lenore, extending her hand. "Come, we''ll go out to the wheat-fields," said Lenore. "Come here, Kurt," he said, and then, putting Lenore before him, he "Lenore, never will that day come," replied Dorn. id: 9932 author: Grey, Zane title: The Last Trail date: words: 73740 sentences: 6006 pages: flesch: 90 cache: ./cache/9932.txt txt: ./txt/9932.txt summary: "Come, let us walk," Colonel Zane said abruptly, and, with Mr. Sheppard, followed the girls down the path. "Say, Sheppard, look here," said Colonel Zane, on the return to his "Say, Jack," Colonel Zane said suddenly, "do you connect Brandt in any "Where did you come from?" asked Helen, looking up at Jonathan. "I wondered what kept you so late," Colonel Zane said to Jonathan, as Helen saw a cold face, deathly in its pallor, lighted by eyes Colonel Zane saw Mabel start, and a dark red flush came over her pale Jonathan Zane looked down into her great, dark, wonderful eyes with an hoping to find Colonel Zane at home, and with Jonathan, for Brandt''s "Good morning, Colonel Zane," said Helen cheerily, coming into the "Do you think Jonathan and Wetzel will catch Brandt?" asked Helen, "Looks like a man," said Jonathan. behind Colonel Zane and Jonathan, and Helen Sheppard appeared, white, id: 12225 author: Grey, Zane title: Tales of lonely trails date: words: 131152 sentences: 10341 pages: flesch: 93 cache: ./cache/12225.txt txt: ./txt/12225.txt summary: JONES AND EMETT PACKING LION ON HORSE those who love horses and dogs, the long winding dim trails, the wild Mountains began to loom, and we saw the dark green slopes of spruce, long burned slope we came to the White River trail, and followed it up like Don of my old lion-hunting days, slipped us, and was not missed "Hounds running wild," he yelled, and the dark shadows of the cedars the first time I ever saw a lion jump a deer right under my nose!" "Shore it''ll stop snowin'' soon," said Jim. The falling snow had thinned out and looked like flying powder; the rim, and a quarter of a mile from camp we crossed a lion trail running climb back to the rim, and I followed Jim. Why the lions ran in that particular direction was clear to me when [Illustration: JONES AND EMETT PACKING LION ON HORSE] ==== make-pages.sh questions ==== make-pages.sh search ==== make-pages.sh topic modeling corpus Zipping study carrel