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id: 5136
title: Around the World on a Bicycle - Volume I From San Francisco to Teheran
author: Stevens, Thomas
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  miles over the Nevada line, I find good road, and ride up and dismount Thirty miles to the east looking from this distance strangely like flocks dusky road; for like a huge watering-pot do the rain-clouds pass to and few miles my road leads through the long, straggling street of a village, our road ahead, look like veritable brigands heading us off with a view peasants'' villages are all on the river, and the road leads for mile A few miles wheeling over very fair roads, next morning, brings me into and follow his caravan until ridable road is reached a good mile in people learned yesterday that I wouldn''t ride across the stones, waterditches, and mud-holes of the village streets, and these at once lead high up some mountain-slope far away, the little dark-green area looking country; observing a likely-looking traveller approaching, they come


id: 2183
title: Three Men on the Bummel
author: Jerome, Jerome K. (Jerome Klapka)
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  say--What Mrs. Harris said--What we told George--We will start on "They want more of it," said Harris; "our old one hasn''t got enough of I felt the time was come to explain things to George. Mrs. Harris puts it in this way, "If you had said, ''Sit tight,'' why "I cannot promise for George," I said; "a little thing will sometimes I said I thought that Harris would like "If George is not in the secret of this thing," said Harris--we were "Why, that thing," said George; "look at it! "I have noticed it coming on," said Harris; "but I didn''t like to say Harris pointed out to the man that the notice said "I thought," said George--he was riding the single, Harris and I being a "I think," said George, as he stood looking down at it, "this is the best "I should like to know where they have put it," said George.


id: 12334
title: A Bicycle of Cathay
author: Stockton, Frank Richard
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  Anybody would think that I ought to ask you to come into our house and At these words a large, fresh-looking woman came into the little hall. "I do not want you to think, sir, on account of what I have said, that The young lady said nothing, but she turned and looked steadily at her "Good-night," she said, with a smile so charming that I wanted to stop "Oh, I know the Holly Sprig Inn," said she, speaking very quickly, "Good-night," said Mrs. Chester, taking up her basket and her work. "Good-morning, Mrs. Chester," said he, and then, turning to me, he declared that he had "I think," said Miss Edith, "that we ought to look at it. at the right time, each in her turn said the thing she ought to say. "Then you do not think they did you any good?" she said.


id: 13749
title: Around the World on a Bicycle - Volume II From Teheran To Yokohama
author: Stevens, Thomas
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  miles with a bicycle over Asiatic roads is a task of no little magnitude, little apartment, with a round, moon-like hole in the thick mud wall for The little village of Deh Namek is reached about mid-day, where my the road, white, level, and impressive; like the Great American Desert, small walled village is finally reached and shelter obtained beneath its place, the people having been apprised of my coming by some travellers A region of red-clay hills and innumerable little streams ends my riding My road leads right past the little cluster of black tents; several women present it to the little, old, blue-gowned Khan of the village. A small gathering of wild-looking men are collected at the landing-place, miles in the same manner as the poor wretch passed on the road to-day. like a big bite out of a cake, is passed, and the pretty little village


id: 38429
title: Frank Merriwell''s Alarm; Or, Doing His Best
author: Standish, Burt L.
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  "Speaking of the punching bag," said Frank, "makes me think of a good Frank forgot that a short time before Jack Diamond had accused him of "Heaven pity him!" thought Frank, knowing that laugh came from Jack''s When Frank spoke like that he meant what he said, and Jack knew it. "You are not yourself, old fellow," said Frank, softly, placing his "Don'' yeh fool yo''se''f dat way, Marser Frank!" cried Toots, sitting up heads, and looking upward they saw Frank Merriwell running along the strange-looking, bare-headed man, who was in close pursuit of Frank. "If it is not claimed in a year''s time, boys," said Frank, "we will go Frank saw it was exhausting the unfortunate boy, and he quickly said: The boy on the bed opened his eyes and looked at Frank in silence, for "That''s right, old man!" cried Frank, with satisfaction.


id: 49474
title: Pedal and Path: Across the Continent Awheel and Afoot
author: Thayer, George B. (George Burton)
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  the end of five days, after riding one hundred and seventy-five miles, thirty mile ride the day before,--first one in four months,--these fine road ahead kept me going, and so all day long I paddled onward, miles above Columbus I came to a "double-track" road and the hard A pleasant ride the next day of thirty miles brought us to Fort those States great ditches, six, eight, or ten feet deep, and miles in over a fine mountain road that remained good for fifty miles to road for many miles was probably 8,000 feet above the sea, so that thirty miles long, surrounded by wooded hills, but place it in New hundred feet, ten times as high as Niagara; before the water reaches eighteen miles back to Fire Hole, was over roads not so good, but At one place I came to a tunnel about half a mile long and started


id: 49831
title: Two Pilgrims'' Progress; from fair Florence, to the eternal city of Rome
author: Pennell, Elizabeth Robins
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  Our road for some distance went over streets laid with the great stones Later in the afternoon, with a turn of the road, we came suddenly in like Lastra, with heavy walls and gates and old archways, and steps hill-tops and by the road were large red-brick farm-houses, instead of In the old days it was always said, "More than her gates, Siena opens brought his patience to an end, and on our way through the town he said foreigners a little of it went a great way. courteous as those men in a certain Italian town who, in days long past, hill-tops before we came to the point where the two roads met. As we came near the town we rode between them, looking It is a long way from the station up the mountain to the town, but we From Assisi to Terni was a long day''s ride by towns and villages,


id: 50631
author: McIlrath, H. Darwin
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  he went so far as to assist Mrs. McIlrath on her wheel and start us we reached the town "Tommy Atkins" escorted Mrs. McIlrath to our hotel, for Mrs. McIlrath''s wheel arrived from Chicago, and an hour later we left at noon and rolled out on the white sandy roads, making 12 miles first time since leaving Chicago Mrs. McIlrath and I were so tired a trip to the old city was necessary, and on this errand Mrs. McIlrath Shaze it was upon a large house-boat, bound five miles above the city. an old and dilapidated, yet a city of great importance, Mrs. McIlrath city, half a dozen miles above and across the river, arriving at nine days, during which time Mrs. McIlrath recovered from the serious Mrs. McIlrath and I reached fully an hour before our wheels arrived, A native mechanic repaired Mrs. McIlrath''s wheel, though it took

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  Around the World on Wheels, for The Inter Ocean The Travels and Adventures in Foreign Lands of Mr. and Mrs. H. Darwin McIlrath


id: 36383
title: A Canterbury Pilgrimage
author: Pennell, Joseph
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  journey by rail, which is the way latter-day pilgrims mostly travel. Then we went for some distance over the Old Kent Road, which is laid with opposite a little street full of old two-storied houses, with tiled roofs road, had come to a stop in his flight from the young man with a A little way out of Deptford we came to Blackheath, where their evil genius, in the shape of an old man in a tall white cap, came There were many pilgrims on the road; a few, like us, were on machines, saying ''_Place aux dames_.'' A very little joke went a great way with them. and then, as the road turned, we saw the river, where ships were at along the road we saw them lying under the hedges and in shady places. Of the many places on the road to Canterbury, made famous by latter-day [Illustration: _A Little River._]


