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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 5 resourceName b'973.txt' 18721 txt/../ent/18721.ent 13707 txt/../ent/13707.ent === file2bib.sh === id: 26862 author: Pyle, Howard title: Howard Pyle's Book of Pirates Fiction, Fact & Fancy Concerning the Buccaneers & Marooners of the Spanish Main date: pages: extension: .txt txt: ./txt/26862.txt cache: ./cache/26862.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 4 resourceName b'26862.txt' === file2bib.sh === id: 508 author: Hawthorne, Nathaniel title: Twice-Told Tales date: pages: extension: .txt txt: ./txt/508.txt cache: ./cache/508.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'508.txt' === file2bib.sh === id: 14948 author: Hough, Emerson title: The Girl at the Halfway House A Story of the Plains date: pages: extension: .txt txt: ./txt/14948.txt cache: ./cache/14948.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'14948.txt' === file2bib.sh === id: 12577 author: Cable, George Washington title: Strange True Stories of Louisiana date: pages: extension: .txt txt: ./txt/12577.txt cache: ./cache/12577.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 7 resourceName b'12577.txt' === file2bib.sh === id: 12697 author: Atherton, Gertrude Franklin Horn title: The Splendid Idle Forties: Stories of Old California date: pages: extension: .txt txt: ./txt/12697.txt cache: ./cache/12697.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 8 resourceName b'12697.txt' === file2bib.sh === id: 18721 author: Dixon, Thomas, Jr. title: The Victim: A Romance of the Real Jefferson Davis date: pages: extension: .txt txt: ./txt/18721.txt cache: ./cache/18721.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 7 resourceName b'18721.txt' === file2bib.sh === id: 13707 author: Hawthorne, Nathaniel title: Twice Told Tales date: pages: extension: .txt txt: ./txt/13707.txt cache: ./cache/13707.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 7 resourceName b'13707.txt' Done mapping. Reducing subject-historicalFictionAmerican-gutenberg === reduce.pl bib === id = 14948 author = Hough, Emerson title = The Girl at the Halfway House A Story of the Plains date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 86287 sentences = 6140 flesch = 89 summary = "Well, as to that," said Franklin, "I hardly know, but I shall look "Oh," said Franklin, smiling, "I'm not going far; only over south a mile "I've walked a good many thousand miles," said Franklin, "and I shouldn't "Think you, Ned, me boy," said Battersleigh, one day, as they stood at "But, by the way, Curly," said Franklin, "how is Juan this morning? "News?" said Franklin gaily, holding his hands behind his back. "Yes," said Franklin, "we've got business on hand now. "I'm curious to know where the ladies will come from," said Franklin. "I wish, Sam," said Franklin one morning as he stopped at the door of "We object!" said Franklin, but Curly answered: "Well, yes, it did look "Quite right, me man," said a cool voice at Curly's side, and a hand "Yes," said Franklin, "I know, Battersleigh. "But, Battersleigh, look here," said Franklin, "you talk of fifty cache = ./cache/14948.txt txt = ./txt/14948.txt === reduce.pl bib === id = 18721 author = Dixon, Thomas, Jr. title = The Victim: A Romance of the Real Jefferson Davis date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 137870 sentences = 10354 flesch = 82 summary = The man paused suddenly and looked into the Boy's wondering eyes. The General's wife won the Boy's whole heart from the moment he saw her. Socola paused and turned his dark eyes on Jennie's upturned face. Dick Welford heard the shot and gripped the fierce old Southerner's hand Jennie insisted on stopping at Senator Davis' home to tell his wife of "Would the United States Army stand by the old flag?" Tom asked with General Beauregard was ordered to command the forces in South Carolina, Court House had been more than twenty thousand men and his army had been The Southern Commander had but forty thousand men with which to meet quick decision Lee divided his little army by planting ten thousand men effective war power of Southern soldiers led by these two men whose than sixty thousand men and Lee's army was as strong as when the fight cache = ./cache/18721.txt txt = ./txt/18721.txt === reduce.pl bib === id = 26862 author = Pyle, Howard title = Howard Pyle's Book of Pirates Fiction, Fact & Fancy Concerning the Buccaneers & Marooners of the Spanish Main date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 87423 sentences = 4282 flesch = 80 summary = The pirates came all in good time, and then, in spite of the brave a great big pistol, he said, and Barnaby could hear every word he The man went straight to the great cabin, and poor Barnaby, his brain Barnaby sitting there holding her hand, she with her face turned away, Barnaby," the good old man said, as he led the way through the hall, For Captain Morgan, if he had felt a liking for the young man of the chest, she cried out in a great loud voice that the Good Man That was the year that the famous pirate captain, coming up from the pirate captain and the two men carrying the chest had gone. Meantime the pirate captain had stopped, and now stood with his hand "Why," said the New York captain,--"why, has a--a bloody p-pirate like "That," said the lady, "must have been Captain Keitt's pirate cache = ./cache/26862.txt txt = ./txt/26862.txt === reduce.pl bib === id = 513 author = Hawthorne, Nathaniel title = The Snow Image date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 34856 sentences = 1643 flesch = 77 summary = "Yes, Violet,--yes, my little Peony," said their kind mother, "you may snow, Violet, after laughing heartily at little Peony's figure, was "You look exactly like a snow-image, Peony," said she, "if your cheeks "Yes," answered Violet; "mamma shall see the new little girl. a little girl could look so much like a flying snow-drift, or how a snow-drift could look so very like a little girl. "Come, you odd little thing!" cried the honest man, seizing her by the enough, the old prophecy is true; and here we have the great man come, turned towards the Great Stone Face, which, like a faithful and long "Fear not, Ernest," said his heart, even as if the Great Face were "No!" said Ernest bluntly, "I see little or no likeness." valley, paused to look at the Great Stone Face, imagining that they had As Ernest listened to the poet, he imagined that the Great Stone Face cache = ./cache/513.txt txt = ./txt/513.txt === reduce.pl bib === id = 508 author = Hawthorne, Nathaniel title = Twice-Told Tales date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 86028 sentences = 3944 flesch = 74 summary = the old man's word and outstretched arm, the roll of the drum was looked at the old man; then he cast his hard and cruel eye over his aspect, the old man had faded from their eyes, melting slowly an old man and women, like chief mourners at a funeral, attired "Look up, child," said the Puritan to Ilbrahim, whose faint head forth, each holding a hand of little Ilbrahim, like two parents "Catharine, blessed woman!" exclaimed the old man, "art thou come remarked the old woman, smiling in the lady's face. if to grasp the old man's shoulder, came a tall, soldier-like the Province House, that it seemed as if all the old governors Province House, and delivering it into the old lady's hands, drew man, and you an old woman, so as not to be long apart, I might "No, no, my old friend Peter," said John Brown. cache = ./cache/508.txt txt = ./txt/508.txt === reduce.pl bib === id = 973 author = Pyle, Howard title = Howard Pyle's Book of Pirates Fiction, Fact & Fancy Concerning the Buccaneers & Marooners of the Spanish Main date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 73876 sentences = 3473 flesch = 81 summary = The pirates came all in good time, and then, in spite of the brave After that the lieutenant cut off the pirate's head, and sailed away in The man went straight to the great cabin, and poor Barnaby, his brain Barnaby sitting there holding her hand, she with her face turned away, the good old man said, as he led the way through the hall, holding up For Captain Morgan, if he had felt a liking for the young man a boat came from a man-of-war, and who should come stepping aboard but An Old-time Story of the Days of Captain Kidd That was the year that the famous pirate captain, coming up from the Meantime the pirate captain had stopped, and now stood with his hand "Why," said the New York captain,--"why, has a--a bloody p-pirate like Lieutenant Maynard stood looking out forward at the pirate vessel, which cache = ./cache/973.txt txt = ./txt/973.txt === reduce.pl bib === id = 12697 author = Atherton, Gertrude Franklin Horn title = The Splendid Idle Forties: Stories of Old California date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 86923 sentences = 7028 flesch = 90 summary = "Not a day longer!" cried Doña Eustaquia, "for the men of California are Doña Eustaquia caught the girl's hands and flung herself upon her neck. light, and with her black hair and green tragic eyes made her look like Doña Eustaquia laid her strong arm about her friend, but her eyes were "How dost thou like the Señor Lieutenant Russell, Benicia?" "Speak more respectfully of Doña Eustaquia, young man," said the older looking beyond the brilliant face of Doña Eustaquia, the lovely eyes of love my mother like I have love that cross; and now a man come--a Brotherton opened his eyes, but Doña Eustaquia moved back her head La Tulita never look in a man's eyes like that feet as if they were Californian beauties about to dance El Son. The girls wore short riding-skirts, gay sashes, and little round "Well," said the good old man, pushing the long white hair from his dark cache = ./cache/12697.txt txt = ./txt/12697.txt === reduce.pl bib === id = 12577 author = Cable, George Washington title = Strange True Stories of Louisiana date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 92199 sentences = 6028 flesch = 85 summary = and pretty little wife Alix [whom] I love so much; 3 Irish, father mother stopped me one day in Carondelet street, New Orleans, saying, "I have a skiff with papa and three days later stepped ashore in New Orleans. prayers; and one day, when she saw my regard fixed upon Alix, she said to from a dear friend, and that she came to ask Madame du Clozel to let her "Do not let her know a thing about it, girls," said Madame du Clozel, "or, I was fourteen years old when my mother came, and this time not alone. the little Salome and her mother had made a new, fast friend on the old or a little later, Müller came to the house where young Eva Kropp, she was young," they said, "looked like a white girl." One thing they For on one day there came to me from New Orleans cache = ./cache/12577.txt txt = ./txt/12577.txt === reduce.pl bib === id = 9242 author = Hawthorne, Nathaniel title = Old Ticonderoga, a Picture of the Past (From: "The Snow Image and Other Twice-Told Tales") date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 1938 sentences = 78 flesch = 71 summary = with the grim visage of a precipice on old Ticonderoga, is merely a long The old soldier and the old fortress would be emblems Ticonderoga in the lake, would harmonize with the gray influence of the over a circle of French or English soldiers. ruins, and cast a dream-like glance over pictures of the past, and scenes light paddle dips into the lake, a birch canoe glides round the point, I tried to make a series of pictures from the old French war, when fleets were on the lake and armies in the woods, and especially of Abercrombie's the barracks, after the fortress had surrendered to Sir Jeffrey Amherst. over the frontier fortress, till Ethan Allen's shout was heard, summoning my eyes, and behold only the gray and weed-grown ruins. trumpet stir up a soldier's heart, in this old fort of Ticonderoga. trees have grown upon its ramparts, since the last garrison marched out, cache = ./cache/9242.txt txt = ./txt/9242.txt === reduce.pl bib === id = 9210 author = Hawthorne, Nathaniel title = The Village Uncle (From "Twice Told Tales") date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 4750 sentences = 180 flesch = 76 summary = the village, and the light of our household mirth flash far across bridge were you, fluttering in the breeze like a sea-bird that might skiff high and dry on the beach, laden with red rock-cod, or the merchant-men, fishing-schooners and chebacco-boats, the old salt had rocks, and her native sea, that raged forever like a storm against selected from the sea's treasury of such things, on Nahant Beach. But I loved to lead them by their little hands along the beach, and wisdom of a man whose mind had profited by lonely days upon the deep, Like Uncle Parker, whose rheumatic bones were dashed against Egg Rock, pleasant hour in the sun, watching the sports of the village children, old man be merry too, when the great sea is at play with those little of young men and girls, strolling along the beach after an early cache = ./cache/9210.txt txt = ./txt/9210.txt === reduce.pl bib === id = 9239 author = Hawthorne, Nathaniel title = Old News (From: "The Snow Image and Other Twice-Told Tales") date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 9718 sentences = 396 flesch = 67 summary = to proceed from the king's own hand, New England rejoiced with her whole toil in these old time-stained papers. THE OLD FRENCH WAR. coffee-house, in king Street, for the perusal of the throng of officers And now, in the heat of the Old French War, they might well If we had enlisted in the Old French War, it should newspapers, there is an admirable letter of a New England man, and change again, old street! times into which we emerge, like one of those immutable old Tories, who idolizing King George in secrecy and silence,--one true old heart amongst Such an old man among new things are we who now hold at arm's-length the rebel newspaper of the day. And to that old French province the Englishman of the colonies Pray others as they will, there shall be at least an old man kneeling for Moreover, the old newspapers had an cache = ./cache/9239.txt txt = ./txt/9239.txt === reduce.pl bib === id = 9218 author = Hawthorne, Nathaniel title = Footprints on the Sea-Shore (From "Twice Told Tales") date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 4123 sentences = 209 flesch = 82 summary = line of rude rocks and seldom-trodden sands, for leagues around our shine along the street,--till they gleam upon my sea-flushed face, as The beach itself is a broad space of sand, brown remote distance of the beach, appearing like sea-nymphs, or some The sea was each little bird's great playmate. the surf in its reflux, to pick up a shell which the sea seemed loath that, almost ere the sky has looked upon them, the sea will wash them half-way upward with sea-weed; some have been hollowed almost into sea-weed, with its head beside its wing, that I almost fancied it sand just where it meets the sea. time; for as the sun sinks over the western wave, the sea grows solitude, since the great sea has been my companion, and the little it is with pebbles and sea-weed, and exposed to the "melancholy main." sweetest moment of a Day by the Sea-shore. cache = ./cache/9218.txt txt = ./txt/9218.txt === reduce.pl bib === id = 9219 author = Hawthorne, Nathaniel title = Edward Fane's Rosebud (From "Twice Told Tales") date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 2828 sentences = 141 flesch = 82 summary = friend, the Widow Toothaker, a nurse of great repute, who has breathed has been sitting by a death-pillow, and quitted it for her home, only Yet there was a time when Rose Grafton--such was the pretty maiden heart of Edward Fane, who has since made so great a figure in the little Mary, the heart of Rose was troubled. In a year or two, poor Mr. Toothaker was visited with a wearisome into the chamber, nodding to Rose, and pointing at her husband, but her worn-out sympathies, did she never long to cry, "Death, come in!" and kind to a sick old man like me!" And then his poor soul crept sick-chamber, and been the companion of a half-dead wretch, till she the ancient grave of a young girl, who thus caused many deaths a hand to greet Nurse Toothaker. ashen-visaged, funereal old figure, "Edward Fane remembers his Rosebud!" cache = ./cache/9219.txt txt = ./txt/9219.txt === reduce.pl bib === id = 9216 author = Hawthorne, Nathaniel title = Beneath an Umbrella (From "Twice Told Tales") date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 2343 sentences = 120 flesch = 78 summary = patter against my window-panes, which look forth upon one of the come fearful auguries, innumerable as the drops of rain. nature were dead, and the world had put on black, and the clouds were dimly at the distant corner, and throws just enough of light along the save a dash of rain in the fact and breast, a splash of mud high up The lamp throws down a circle of red light struggles for her umbrella, and turns it wrong side outward; another from side to side, while the black night hangs overhead like a canopy, The rain-drops glide between the drops of rain. your fate, as shall call forth tears enough to drown you both anew. lighted windows, or is blackened by an interval of darkness. pass into a more retired street, where the dwellings of wealth and Will she ever feel the night-wind and the rain? All night long, the poor passengers will be tossed cache = ./cache/9216.txt txt = ./txt/9216.txt === reduce.pl bib === id = 9212 author = Hawthorne, Nathaniel title = Snow Flakes (From "Twice Told Tales") date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 2025 sentences = 98 flesch = 79 summary = street and our little garden will be heaped with mountain snow-drifts. of its own, when Mother Earth, like her children, shall have put on little snow-particles, which the storm-spirit flings by handfuls may take his own time to accomplish Nature's burial in snow. shivering in a shallow snow-drift, looking, poor things! It is a snow-battle of school-boys. to build a lofty monument of snow upon the battle-field, and crown it staff a huge icicle, his beard and hair a wind-tossed snow-drift, he ungrateful be his New England children,--for Winter is our sire, a snow-drift at the shrinking form of Spring; yet, step by step, he is of uncovered earth, where the gust has whirled away the snow, heaping hearse, bestrewn with snow, is bearing a dead man through the storm to storm, and fluttering on the dreary verge of the winter's eve? wandering flock of snow-birds. cache = ./cache/9212.txt txt = ./txt/9212.txt === reduce.pl bib === id = 9208 author = Hawthorne, Nathaniel title = Fancy's Show-Box (From "Twice Told Tales") date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 2294 sentences = 107 flesch = 77 summary = and visible frame of man set its seal to the evil designs of the soul, in with Mr. Smith, when, through the brilliant medium of his glass of old How kind of Fancy, Memory, and Conscience to visit the old gentleman, picture-box upon the table, with the magnifying-glass convenient to his say, as old Mr. Smith peeped through the magnifying-glass, which made the gentleman's ear; it is a record merely of sinful thought, which never was face, and strikes a dagger to the heart of Mr. Smith. scene, there was a table set out, with several bottles, and glasses half Mr. Smith and Edward Spencer were heating their young blood with wine, a dagger to the heart of Mr. Smith, and quelled his remonstrance with her venerated old man, in the rich gloom of the crimson-curtained room, with evil deeds, and the villain of actual life, in projecting crimes that cache = ./cache/9208.txt txt = ./txt/9208.txt === reduce.pl bib === id = 9209 author = Hawthorne, Nathaniel title = The Haunted Mind (From "Twice Told Tales") date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 1803 sentences = 74 flesch = 73 summary = your dream in full convocation round your bed, and catch one broad The distant sound of a church-clock is borne faintly on If you could choose an hour of wakefulness out of the whole night, it thought, with the mind's eye half shut, and two in pleasant dreams, and appears so distant, that the plunge out of a warm bed into the that each pane presents something like a frozen dream. You speculate on the luxury of wearing out a whole existence in bed, In an hour like this, when the mind has a passive funeral train comes gliding by your bed, in which Passion and Feeling assume bodily shape, and things of the mind become dire spectres to conscious sleep, and gazing wildly round the bed, as if the fiends scene is gone, though its image remains an instant in your mind's eye, sleep and wakefulness, while your thoughts rise before you in cache = ./cache/9209.txt txt = ./txt/9209.txt === reduce.pl bib === id = 9202 author = Hawthorne, Nathaniel title = Little Annie's Ramble (From "Twice Told Tales") date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 3104 sentences = 158 flesch = 83 summary = LITTLE ANNIE'S RAMBLE The town crier has rung his bell, at a distant corner, and little Annie Perhaps little Annie would like to go. Little Annie shall take a ramble with brow, and his thoughtful eyes bent down, while the gay little girl trips entice me from the side of little Annie; for I delight to let my mind go little Annie; and, what is most singular, she appears conscious of her therefore, little Annie, let us walk sedately on. Little Annie is weary of pictures, and pulls me onward by the hand, till my little Annie, the prettiest fairy of them all. Come, little Annie, we shall find toys enough, go where we smelling at everybody's heels, and touching little Annie's hand with his But here is a little pony, just big enough for Annie to ride, my Annie, that, after wandering a little way into the world, you may with little Annie! cache = ./cache/9202.txt txt = ./txt/9202.txt === reduce.pl bib === id = 9207 author = Hawthorne, Nathaniel title = The Vision of the Fountain (From "Twice Told Tales") date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 1915 sentences = 90 flesch = 80 summary = THE VISION OF THE FOUNTAIN beautiful young woman, with a gown of filmy water-moss, a belt of fountain of withered leaves, and bits of slimy wood, and old acorns from bright sand, in the bright water, were like a treasury of diamonds. There was the water gushing, the sand sparkling, and the sunbeam Thus did the Vision leave me; and many a doleful day succeeded to the thought I, "or my heart will be as icy as the fountain, and the whole descended from my chamber to the sitting-room, to take leave of the old smoulder away, from morning till night, with a dull warmth and no flame. where the darkness had been, there was she,--the Vision of the Fountain! faint beauty in the fountain, was laughing and dimpling there now. the kindled wood,--and darkness snatched away that Daughter of the Light, had left home for a boarding-school, the morning after I arrived, and cache = ./cache/9207.txt txt = ./txt/9207.txt === reduce.pl bib === id = 9205 author = Hawthorne, Nathaniel title = Sights from a Steeple (From "Twice Told Tales") date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 2510 sentences = 118 flesch = 76 summary = Bright they are as a young man's visions, and, like steps descends from every door to the pavement. little while upon the steps, and finally proceed up the street. to the long and shady walk, I perceive that the two fair girls have the girls, who have now disappeared from the long and shady street. The clouds, within a little time, have gathered over all the sky, hanging street, I discern the rich old merchant, putting himself to the top of where the narrow lane enters into the street, they come plump against the The old man and his daughters are safely housed, and now the storm lets breaks out in long white lines upon a broad expanse of blackness, or a flood; and let me look once more at the green plain, and little hills yonder darkest cloud, born, like hallowed hopes, of the glory of another cache = ./cache/9205.txt txt = ./txt/9205.txt === reduce.pl bib === id = 9201 author = Hawthorne, Nathaniel title = Sunday at Home (From "Twice Told Tales") date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 2558 sentences = 138 flesch = 80 summary = Every Sabbath morning in the summer time I thrust back the curtain, to are slowly passing to their home, the steeple has a melancholy voice to what a moral loneliness, on week-days, broods round about its stately eternity, until the holy day comes round again, to let them forth. But, on the Sabbath, I watch the earliest sunshine, and fancy that a I love to spend such pleasant Sabbaths, from morning till night, behind near the church as to be visited by the circling shadow of the steeple, length, he comes,--a man of kindly, but sombre aspect, in dark gray step, quite out of hearing of the good man's voice, unless he be indeed behind the steeple, and throws its shadow straight across the street, so six days more, there will be no face of man in the pews, and aisles, and sunshine of the Sabbath morn! cache = ./cache/9201.txt txt = ./txt/9201.txt === reduce.pl bib === id = 9206 author = Hawthorne, Nathaniel title = The Toll Gatherer's Day (From "Twice Told Tales") date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 2351 sentences = 107 flesch = 76 summary = toll-gatherer's day. toll-gatherer's day. ponderous wheels begins to mingle with my old friend's slumbers, creaking half-extinguished lantern over the toll-house, is seen the drowsy visage golden beams on the toll-gatherer's little hermitage. The toll-gatherer's The toll-gatherer's their rosy-cheeked little girl sitting gladsomely between them. toll and pass. Here comes a spectacle that causes the old toll-gatherer youth, fresh as the summer morn, and beside him a young lady in white, rolls blazing through the sky, and cannot find a cloud to cool his face Dreadful dusty!" answers the sympathetic toll-gatherer. Yes, old friend; and a quiet heart will make a dog-day temperate. but the ephemeral aristocrats of a summer's day? draw descends; horse and foot pass onward, and leave the bridge vacant "And thus," muses the toll-gatherer, "have I found it be as wearisome as to-day's has been; yet both shall bear thee onward a Now the old toll-gatherer looks seaward, and cache = ./cache/9206.txt txt = ./txt/9206.txt === reduce.pl bib === id = 13707 author = Hawthorne, Nathaniel title = Twice Told Tales date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 150335 sentences = 6854 flesch = 75 summary = old man and woman, like chief mourners at a funeral, attired from head Dorothy set forth, each holding a hand of little Ilbrahim, like two what to dread; the old man, on the other hand, stood up erect, and his "Catharine, blessed woman," exclaimed the old man, "art thou come to The old man generally shakes hands and has a little chat "Strayed from her home, a LITTLE GIRL of five years old, in a blue ends of the earth?" cried the old woman, peering into the lady's face. House that it seemed as if all the old governors and great men were upon the great street of the town, while the sun looked in at his old "Why," said the old man, deepening the grin of a death's-head on which sick old man like me?" And then his poor soul crept away and left the cache = ./cache/13707.txt txt = ./txt/13707.txt Building ./etc/reader.txt 13707 18721 12577 13707 508 12697 number of items: 23 sum of words: 880,057 average size in words: 38,263 average readability score: 78 nouns: man; men; time; day; hand; face; eyes; life; house; night; head; people; moment; heart; door; way; years; world; woman; room; mother; town; place; nothing; hands; girl; side; voice; one; death; war; army; water; country; fire; days; friend; figure; mind; children; street; morning; feet; hour; child; wife; father; home; name; captain verbs: was; had; be; were; is; have; been; said; are; do; has; came; come; did; made; see; go; ''s; know; stood; looked; seemed; say; found; went; make; tell; am; saw; take; cried; turned; let; left; sat; being; lay; began; heard; took; look; knew; set; put; seen; passed; find; gone; think; get adjectives: old; little; other; own; great; good; young; such; more; many; white; long; first; black; last; same; few; new; whole; poor; full; dead; much; dark; small; wild; next; red; strange; true; open; high; strong; beautiful; best; gray; deep; large; heavy; cold; right; bright; big; dear; rich; very; silent; human; fine; certain adverbs: not; so; now; then; up; out; down; again; here; n''t; as; never; only; very; there; away; more; still; back; even; ever; just; too; once; well; yet; almost; most; all; long; far; off; perhaps; in; suddenly; on; together; always; over; no; thus; forth; also; indeed; enough; first; sometimes; much; soon; slowly pronouns: his; he; it; i; her; you; they; she; him; their; my; we; me; them; its; our; your; us; himself; themselves; herself; itself; myself; thee; thy; one; mine; yourself; ''em; ye; ourselves; yours; hers; ours; ''s; thyself; theirs; i''m; you''ll; ay; yourselves; you''re; em; meself; jus; yerself; yer; whence; sho; na proper nouns: _; mr.; captain; new; thou; franklin; south; peter; tom; davis; general; hiram; president; god; doña; barnaby; jennie; west; england; levi; north; ye; house; socola; sir; governor; richmond; john; de; lee; johnston; la; heaven; washington; great; morgan; white; old; battersleigh; h.; confederate; miss; states; mary; don; madame; lady; sam; alix; union keywords: new; mr.; man; sir; west; old; little; john; great; england; day; annie; york; william; wakefield; united; tom; tabitha; street; spanish; spaniards; snow; sea; peter; mrs.; morgan; miss; merry; maypole; malyoe; mainwaring; levi; lady; king; jones; ilbrahim; howe; house; hooper; hiram; higginbotham; goldthwaite; god; general; french; endicott; eleanore; dudley; dr.; dominicus one topic; one dimension: man file(s): ./cache/14948.txt titles(s): The Girl at the Halfway House A Story of the Plains three topics; one dimension: little; old; said file(s): ./cache/18721.txt, ./cache/13707.txt, ./cache/26862.txt titles(s): The Victim: A Romance of the Real Jefferson Davis | Twice Told Tales | Howard Pyle''s Book of Pirates Fiction, Fact & Fancy Concerning the Buccaneers & Marooners of the Spanish Main five topics; three dimensions: old man like; men man day; captain said man; said franklin man; susan sea rain file(s): ./cache/13707.txt, ./cache/18721.txt, ./cache/26862.txt, ./cache/14948.txt, ./cache/9216.txt titles(s): Twice Told Tales | The Victim: A Romance of the Real Jefferson Davis | Howard Pyle''s Book of Pirates Fiction, Fact & Fancy Concerning the Buccaneers & Marooners of the Spanish Main | The Girl at the Halfway House A Story of the Plains | Beneath an Umbrella (From "Twice Told Tales") Type: gutenberg title: subject-historicalFictionAmerican-gutenberg date: 2021-06-06 time: 17:06 username: emorgan patron: Eric Morgan email: emorgan@nd.edu input: facet_subject:"Historical fiction, American" ==== make-pages.sh htm files ==== make-pages.sh complex files ==== make-pages.sh named enities ==== making bibliographics id: 12697 author: Atherton, Gertrude Franklin Horn title: The Splendid Idle Forties: Stories of Old California date: words: 86923 sentences: 7028 pages: flesch: 90 cache: ./cache/12697.txt txt: ./txt/12697.txt summary: "Not a day longer!" cried Doña Eustaquia, "for the men of California are Doña Eustaquia caught the girl''s hands and flung herself upon her neck. light, and with her black hair and green tragic eyes made her look like Doña Eustaquia laid her strong arm about her friend, but her eyes were "How dost thou like the Señor Lieutenant Russell, Benicia?" "Speak more respectfully of Doña Eustaquia, young man," said the older looking beyond the brilliant face of Doña Eustaquia, the lovely eyes of love my mother like I have love that cross; and now a man come--a Brotherton opened his eyes, but Doña Eustaquia moved back her head La Tulita never look in a man''s eyes like that feet as if they were Californian beauties about to dance El Son. The girls wore short riding-skirts, gay sashes, and little round "Well," said the good old man, pushing the long white hair from his dark id: 12577 author: Cable, George Washington title: Strange True Stories of Louisiana date: words: 92199 sentences: 6028 pages: flesch: 85 cache: ./cache/12577.txt txt: ./txt/12577.txt summary: and pretty little wife Alix [whom] I love so much; 3 Irish, father mother stopped me one day in Carondelet street, New Orleans, saying, "I have a skiff with papa and three days later stepped ashore in New Orleans. prayers; and one day, when she saw my regard fixed upon Alix, she said to from a dear friend, and that she came to ask Madame du Clozel to let her "Do not let her know a thing about it, girls," said Madame du Clozel, "or, I was fourteen years old when my mother came, and this time not alone. the little Salome and her mother had made a new, fast friend on the old or a little later, Müller came to the house where young Eva Kropp, she was young," they said, "looked like a white girl." One thing they For on one day there came to me from New Orleans id: 18721 author: Dixon, Thomas, Jr. title: The Victim: A Romance of the Real Jefferson Davis date: words: 137870 sentences: 10354 pages: flesch: 82 cache: ./cache/18721.txt txt: ./txt/18721.txt summary: The man paused suddenly and looked into the Boy''s wondering eyes. The General''s wife won the Boy''s whole heart from the moment he saw her. Socola paused and turned his dark eyes on Jennie''s upturned face. Dick Welford heard the shot and gripped the fierce old Southerner''s hand Jennie insisted on stopping at Senator Davis'' home to tell his wife of "Would the United States Army stand by the old flag?" Tom asked with General Beauregard was ordered to command the forces in South Carolina, Court House had been more than twenty thousand men and his army had been The Southern Commander had but forty thousand men with which to meet quick decision Lee divided his little army by planting ten thousand men effective war power of Southern soldiers led by these two men whose than sixty thousand men and Lee''s army was as strong as when the fight id: 513 author: Hawthorne, Nathaniel title: The Snow Image date: words: 34856 sentences: 1643 pages: flesch: 77 cache: ./cache/513.txt txt: ./txt/513.txt summary: "Yes, Violet,--yes, my little Peony," said their kind mother, "you may snow, Violet, after laughing heartily at little Peony''s figure, was "You look exactly like a snow-image, Peony," said she, "if your cheeks "Yes," answered Violet; "mamma shall see the new little girl. a little girl could look so much like a flying snow-drift, or how a snow-drift could look so very like a little girl. "Come, you odd little thing!" cried the honest man, seizing her by the enough, the old prophecy is true; and here we have the great man come, turned towards the Great Stone Face, which, like a faithful and long "Fear not, Ernest," said his heart, even as if the Great Face were "No!" said Ernest bluntly, "I see little or no likeness." valley, paused to look at the Great Stone Face, imagining that they had As Ernest listened to the poet, he imagined that the Great Stone Face id: 508 author: Hawthorne, Nathaniel title: Twice-Told Tales date: words: 86028 sentences: 3944 pages: flesch: 74 cache: ./cache/508.txt txt: ./txt/508.txt summary: the old man''s word and outstretched arm, the roll of the drum was looked at the old man; then he cast his hard and cruel eye over his aspect, the old man had faded from their eyes, melting slowly an old man and women, like chief mourners at a funeral, attired "Look up, child," said the Puritan to Ilbrahim, whose faint head forth, each holding a hand of little Ilbrahim, like two parents "Catharine, blessed woman!" exclaimed the old man, "art thou come remarked the old woman, smiling in the lady''s face. if to grasp the old man''s shoulder, came a tall, soldier-like the Province House, that it seemed as if all the old governors Province House, and delivering it into the old lady''s hands, drew man, and you an old woman, so as not to be long apart, I might "No, no, my old friend Peter," said John Brown. id: 9239 author: Hawthorne, Nathaniel title: Old News (From: "The Snow Image and Other Twice-Told Tales") date: words: 9718 sentences: 396 pages: flesch: 67 cache: ./cache/9239.txt txt: ./txt/9239.txt summary: to proceed from the king''s own hand, New England rejoiced with her whole toil in these old time-stained papers. THE OLD FRENCH WAR. coffee-house, in king Street, for the perusal of the throng of officers And now, in the heat of the Old French War, they might well If we had enlisted in the Old French War, it should newspapers, there is an admirable letter of a New England man, and change again, old street! times into which we emerge, like one of those immutable old Tories, who idolizing King George in secrecy and silence,--one true old heart amongst Such an old man among new things are we who now hold at arm''s-length the rebel newspaper of the day. And to that old French province the Englishman of the colonies Pray others as they will, there shall be at least an old man kneeling for Moreover, the old newspapers had an id: 9210 author: Hawthorne, Nathaniel title: The Village Uncle (From "Twice Told Tales") date: words: 4750 sentences: 180 pages: flesch: 76 cache: ./cache/9210.txt txt: ./txt/9210.txt summary: the village, and the light of our household mirth flash far across bridge were you, fluttering in the breeze like a sea-bird that might skiff high and dry on the beach, laden with red rock-cod, or the merchant-men, fishing-schooners and chebacco-boats, the old salt had rocks, and her native sea, that raged forever like a storm against selected from the sea''s treasury of such things, on Nahant Beach. But I loved to lead them by their little hands along the beach, and wisdom of a man whose mind had profited by lonely days upon the deep, Like Uncle Parker, whose rheumatic bones were dashed against Egg Rock, pleasant hour in the sun, watching the sports of the village children, old man be merry too, when the great sea is at play with those little of young men and girls, strolling along the beach after an early id: 9242 author: Hawthorne, Nathaniel title: Old Ticonderoga, a Picture of the Past (From: "The Snow Image and Other Twice-Told Tales") date: words: 1938 sentences: 78 pages: flesch: 71 cache: ./cache/9242.txt txt: ./txt/9242.txt summary: with the grim visage of a precipice on old Ticonderoga, is merely a long The old soldier and the old fortress would be emblems Ticonderoga in the lake, would harmonize with the gray influence of the over a circle of French or English soldiers. ruins, and cast a dream-like glance over pictures of the past, and scenes light paddle dips into the lake, a birch canoe glides round the point, I tried to make a series of pictures from the old French war, when fleets were on the lake and armies in the woods, and especially of Abercrombie''s the barracks, after the fortress had surrendered to Sir Jeffrey Amherst. over the frontier fortress, till Ethan Allen''s shout was heard, summoning my eyes, and behold only the gray and weed-grown ruins. trumpet stir up a soldier''s heart, in this old fort of Ticonderoga. trees have grown upon its ramparts, since the last garrison marched out, id: 9218 author: Hawthorne, Nathaniel title: Footprints on the Sea-Shore (From "Twice Told Tales") date: words: 4123 sentences: 209 pages: flesch: 82 cache: ./cache/9218.txt txt: ./txt/9218.txt summary: line of rude rocks and seldom-trodden sands, for leagues around our shine along the street,--till they gleam upon my sea-flushed face, as The beach itself is a broad space of sand, brown remote distance of the beach, appearing like sea-nymphs, or some The sea was each little bird''s great playmate. the surf in its reflux, to pick up a shell which the sea seemed loath that, almost ere the sky has looked upon them, the sea will wash them half-way upward with sea-weed; some have been hollowed almost into sea-weed, with its head beside its wing, that I almost fancied it sand just where it meets the sea. time; for as the sun sinks over the western wave, the sea grows solitude, since the great sea has been my companion, and the little it is with pebbles and sea-weed, and exposed to the "melancholy main." sweetest moment of a Day by the Sea-shore. id: 9219 author: Hawthorne, Nathaniel title: Edward Fane''s Rosebud (From "Twice Told Tales") date: words: 2828 sentences: 141 pages: flesch: 82 cache: ./cache/9219.txt txt: ./txt/9219.txt summary: friend, the Widow Toothaker, a nurse of great repute, who has breathed has been sitting by a death-pillow, and quitted it for her home, only Yet there was a time when Rose Grafton--such was the pretty maiden heart of Edward Fane, who has since made so great a figure in the little Mary, the heart of Rose was troubled. In a year or two, poor Mr. Toothaker was visited with a wearisome into the chamber, nodding to Rose, and pointing at her husband, but her worn-out sympathies, did she never long to cry, "Death, come in!" and kind to a sick old man like me!" And then his poor soul crept sick-chamber, and been the companion of a half-dead wretch, till she the ancient grave of a young girl, who thus caused many deaths a hand to greet Nurse Toothaker. ashen-visaged, funereal old figure, "Edward Fane remembers his Rosebud!" id: 9216 author: Hawthorne, Nathaniel title: Beneath an Umbrella (From "Twice Told Tales") date: words: 2343 sentences: 120 pages: flesch: 78 cache: ./cache/9216.txt txt: ./txt/9216.txt summary: patter against my window-panes, which look forth upon one of the come fearful auguries, innumerable as the drops of rain. nature were dead, and the world had put on black, and the clouds were dimly at the distant corner, and throws just enough of light along the save a dash of rain in the fact and breast, a splash of mud high up The lamp throws down a circle of red light struggles for her umbrella, and turns it wrong side outward; another from side to side, while the black night hangs overhead like a canopy, The rain-drops glide between the drops of rain. your fate, as shall call forth tears enough to drown you both anew. lighted windows, or is blackened by an interval of darkness. pass into a more retired street, where the dwellings of wealth and Will she ever feel the night-wind and the rain? All night long, the poor passengers will be tossed id: 9208 author: Hawthorne, Nathaniel title: Fancy''s Show-Box (From "Twice Told Tales") date: words: 2294 sentences: 107 pages: flesch: 77 cache: ./cache/9208.txt txt: ./txt/9208.txt summary: and visible frame of man set its seal to the evil designs of the soul, in with Mr. Smith, when, through the brilliant medium of his glass of old How kind of Fancy, Memory, and Conscience to visit the old gentleman, picture-box upon the table, with the magnifying-glass convenient to his say, as old Mr. Smith peeped through the magnifying-glass, which made the gentleman''s ear; it is a record merely of sinful thought, which never was face, and strikes a dagger to the heart of Mr. Smith. scene, there was a table set out, with several bottles, and glasses half Mr. Smith and Edward Spencer were heating their young blood with wine, a dagger to the heart of Mr. Smith, and quelled his remonstrance with her venerated old man, in the rich gloom of the crimson-curtained room, with evil deeds, and the villain of actual life, in projecting crimes that id: 9212 author: Hawthorne, Nathaniel title: Snow Flakes (From "Twice Told Tales") date: words: 2025 sentences: 98 pages: flesch: 79 cache: ./cache/9212.txt txt: ./txt/9212.txt summary: street and our little garden will be heaped with mountain snow-drifts. of its own, when Mother Earth, like her children, shall have put on little snow-particles, which the storm-spirit flings by handfuls may take his own time to accomplish Nature''s burial in snow. shivering in a shallow snow-drift, looking, poor things! It is a snow-battle of school-boys. to build a lofty monument of snow upon the battle-field, and crown it staff a huge icicle, his beard and hair a wind-tossed snow-drift, he ungrateful be his New England children,--for Winter is our sire, a snow-drift at the shrinking form of Spring; yet, step by step, he is of uncovered earth, where the gust has whirled away the snow, heaping hearse, bestrewn with snow, is bearing a dead man through the storm to storm, and fluttering on the dreary verge of the winter''s eve? wandering flock of snow-birds. id: 9209 author: Hawthorne, Nathaniel title: The Haunted Mind (From "Twice Told Tales") date: words: 1803 sentences: 74 pages: flesch: 73 cache: ./cache/9209.txt txt: ./txt/9209.txt summary: your dream in full convocation round your bed, and catch one broad The distant sound of a church-clock is borne faintly on If you could choose an hour of wakefulness out of the whole night, it thought, with the mind''s eye half shut, and two in pleasant dreams, and appears so distant, that the plunge out of a warm bed into the that each pane presents something like a frozen dream. You speculate on the luxury of wearing out a whole existence in bed, In an hour like this, when the mind has a passive funeral train comes gliding by your bed, in which Passion and Feeling assume bodily shape, and things of the mind become dire spectres to conscious sleep, and gazing wildly round the bed, as if the fiends scene is gone, though its image remains an instant in your mind''s eye, sleep and wakefulness, while your thoughts rise before you in id: 9207 author: Hawthorne, Nathaniel title: The Vision of the Fountain (From "Twice Told Tales") date: words: 1915 sentences: 90 pages: flesch: 80 cache: ./cache/9207.txt txt: ./txt/9207.txt summary: THE VISION OF THE FOUNTAIN beautiful young woman, with a gown of filmy water-moss, a belt of fountain of withered leaves, and bits of slimy wood, and old acorns from bright sand, in the bright water, were like a treasury of diamonds. There was the water gushing, the sand sparkling, and the sunbeam Thus did the Vision leave me; and many a doleful day succeeded to the thought I, "or my heart will be as icy as the fountain, and the whole descended from my chamber to the sitting-room, to take leave of the old smoulder away, from morning till night, with a dull warmth and no flame. where the darkness had been, there was she,--the Vision of the Fountain! faint beauty in the fountain, was laughing and dimpling there now. the kindled wood,--and darkness snatched away that Daughter of the Light, had left home for a boarding-school, the morning after I arrived, and id: 9202 author: Hawthorne, Nathaniel title: Little Annie''s Ramble (From "Twice Told Tales") date: words: 3104 sentences: 158 pages: flesch: 83 cache: ./cache/9202.txt txt: ./txt/9202.txt summary: LITTLE ANNIE''S RAMBLE The town crier has rung his bell, at a distant corner, and little Annie Perhaps little Annie would like to go. Little Annie shall take a ramble with brow, and his thoughtful eyes bent down, while the gay little girl trips entice me from the side of little Annie; for I delight to let my mind go little Annie; and, what is most singular, she appears conscious of her therefore, little Annie, let us walk sedately on. Little Annie is weary of pictures, and pulls me onward by the hand, till my little Annie, the prettiest fairy of them all. Come, little Annie, we shall find toys enough, go where we smelling at everybody''s heels, and touching little Annie''s hand with his But here is a little pony, just big enough for Annie to ride, my Annie, that, after wandering a little way into the world, you may with little Annie! id: 9205 author: Hawthorne, Nathaniel title: Sights from a Steeple (From "Twice Told Tales") date: words: 2510 sentences: 118 pages: flesch: 76 cache: ./cache/9205.txt txt: ./txt/9205.txt summary: Bright they are as a young man''s visions, and, like steps descends from every door to the pavement. little while upon the steps, and finally proceed up the street. to the long and shady walk, I perceive that the two fair girls have the girls, who have now disappeared from the long and shady street. The clouds, within a little time, have gathered over all the sky, hanging street, I discern the rich old merchant, putting himself to the top of where the narrow lane enters into the street, they come plump against the The old man and his daughters are safely housed, and now the storm lets breaks out in long white lines upon a broad expanse of blackness, or a flood; and let me look once more at the green plain, and little hills yonder darkest cloud, born, like hallowed hopes, of the glory of another id: 9201 author: Hawthorne, Nathaniel title: Sunday at Home (From "Twice Told Tales") date: words: 2558 sentences: 138 pages: flesch: 80 cache: ./cache/9201.txt txt: ./txt/9201.txt summary: Every Sabbath morning in the summer time I thrust back the curtain, to are slowly passing to their home, the steeple has a melancholy voice to what a moral loneliness, on week-days, broods round about its stately eternity, until the holy day comes round again, to let them forth. But, on the Sabbath, I watch the earliest sunshine, and fancy that a I love to spend such pleasant Sabbaths, from morning till night, behind near the church as to be visited by the circling shadow of the steeple, length, he comes,--a man of kindly, but sombre aspect, in dark gray step, quite out of hearing of the good man''s voice, unless he be indeed behind the steeple, and throws its shadow straight across the street, so six days more, there will be no face of man in the pews, and aisles, and sunshine of the Sabbath morn! id: 9206 author: Hawthorne, Nathaniel title: The Toll Gatherer''s Day (From "Twice Told Tales") date: words: 2351 sentences: 107 pages: flesch: 76 cache: ./cache/9206.txt txt: ./txt/9206.txt summary: toll-gatherer''s day. toll-gatherer''s day. ponderous wheels begins to mingle with my old friend''s slumbers, creaking half-extinguished lantern over the toll-house, is seen the drowsy visage golden beams on the toll-gatherer''s little hermitage. The toll-gatherer''s The toll-gatherer''s their rosy-cheeked little girl sitting gladsomely between them. toll and pass. Here comes a spectacle that causes the old toll-gatherer youth, fresh as the summer morn, and beside him a young lady in white, rolls blazing through the sky, and cannot find a cloud to cool his face Dreadful dusty!" answers the sympathetic toll-gatherer. Yes, old friend; and a quiet heart will make a dog-day temperate. but the ephemeral aristocrats of a summer''s day? draw descends; horse and foot pass onward, and leave the bridge vacant "And thus," muses the toll-gatherer, "have I found it be as wearisome as to-day''s has been; yet both shall bear thee onward a Now the old toll-gatherer looks seaward, and id: 13707 author: Hawthorne, Nathaniel title: Twice Told Tales date: words: 150335 sentences: 6854 pages: flesch: 75 cache: ./cache/13707.txt txt: ./txt/13707.txt summary: old man and woman, like chief mourners at a funeral, attired from head Dorothy set forth, each holding a hand of little Ilbrahim, like two what to dread; the old man, on the other hand, stood up erect, and his "Catharine, blessed woman," exclaimed the old man, "art thou come to The old man generally shakes hands and has a little chat "Strayed from her home, a LITTLE GIRL of five years old, in a blue ends of the earth?" cried the old woman, peering into the lady''s face. House that it seemed as if all the old governors and great men were upon the great street of the town, while the sun looked in at his old "Why," said the old man, deepening the grin of a death''s-head on which sick old man like me?" And then his poor soul crept away and left the id: 14948 author: Hough, Emerson title: The Girl at the Halfway House A Story of the Plains date: words: 86287 sentences: 6140 pages: flesch: 89 cache: ./cache/14948.txt txt: ./txt/14948.txt summary: "Well, as to that," said Franklin, "I hardly know, but I shall look "Oh," said Franklin, smiling, "I''m not going far; only over south a mile "I''ve walked a good many thousand miles," said Franklin, "and I shouldn''t "Think you, Ned, me boy," said Battersleigh, one day, as they stood at "But, by the way, Curly," said Franklin, "how is Juan this morning? "News?" said Franklin gaily, holding his hands behind his back. "Yes," said Franklin, "we''ve got business on hand now. "I''m curious to know where the ladies will come from," said Franklin. "I wish, Sam," said Franklin one morning as he stopped at the door of "We object!" said Franklin, but Curly answered: "Well, yes, it did look "Quite right, me man," said a cool voice at Curly''s side, and a hand "Yes," said Franklin, "I know, Battersleigh. "But, Battersleigh, look here," said Franklin, "you talk of fifty id: 26862 author: Pyle, Howard title: Howard Pyle''s Book of Pirates Fiction, Fact & Fancy Concerning the Buccaneers & Marooners of the Spanish Main date: words: 87423 sentences: 4282 pages: flesch: 80 cache: ./cache/26862.txt txt: ./txt/26862.txt summary: The pirates came all in good time, and then, in spite of the brave a great big pistol, he said, and Barnaby could hear every word he The man went straight to the great cabin, and poor Barnaby, his brain Barnaby sitting there holding her hand, she with her face turned away, Barnaby," the good old man said, as he led the way through the hall, For Captain Morgan, if he had felt a liking for the young man of the chest, she cried out in a great loud voice that the Good Man That was the year that the famous pirate captain, coming up from the pirate captain and the two men carrying the chest had gone. Meantime the pirate captain had stopped, and now stood with his hand "Why," said the New York captain,--"why, has a--a bloody p-pirate like "That," said the lady, "must have been Captain Keitt''s pirate id: 973 author: Pyle, Howard title: Howard Pyle''s Book of Pirates Fiction, Fact & Fancy Concerning the Buccaneers & Marooners of the Spanish Main date: words: 73876 sentences: 3473 pages: flesch: 81 cache: ./cache/973.txt txt: ./txt/973.txt summary: The pirates came all in good time, and then, in spite of the brave After that the lieutenant cut off the pirate''s head, and sailed away in The man went straight to the great cabin, and poor Barnaby, his brain Barnaby sitting there holding her hand, she with her face turned away, the good old man said, as he led the way through the hall, holding up For Captain Morgan, if he had felt a liking for the young man a boat came from a man-of-war, and who should come stepping aboard but An Old-time Story of the Days of Captain Kidd That was the year that the famous pirate captain, coming up from the Meantime the pirate captain had stopped, and now stood with his hand "Why," said the New York captain,--"why, has a--a bloody p-pirate like Lieutenant Maynard stood looking out forward at the pirate vessel, which ==== make-pages.sh questions ==== make-pages.sh search ==== make-pages.sh topic modeling corpus Zipping study carrel