CHAPTER THE THIRTY-SEVENTH The Brothers change Places I VAINLY believed I had prepared myself for any misfortune that could fall on us. The man's last words dispelled my delusion. My gloomiest...
EPILOGUE Madame Pratolungo's Last Words TWELVE years have passed since the events occurred which it has been the business of these pages to relate. I am at my desk; looking idly at all the...
CHAPTER XV Tom's Stealthy Visit Home A few minutes later Tom was in the shoal water of the bar, wading toward the Illinois shore. Before the depth reached his middle he was halfway over; the...
CHAPTER XVII Pirates at their own Funeral BUT there was no hilarity in the little town that same tranquil Saturday afternoon. The Harpers, and Aunt Polly's family, were being put into...
John Bishop a logger from Boston, packed up his family and headed out west along with other homesteaders for the promise of one hundred sixty acres of land in which they could work and live. The plots...
My name is Shabaan Mohamed Hassanein, the father of Mohamed Shabaan Mohamed Hassanein, And the father of Yussef Mohamed Shabaan Mohamed Hassanein This is Mohamed, the eldest, and this is Youssef...
Hey everyone, how's it going? I've been kind of playing around with the angles of these videos for awhile now. I used to have my camera over here. That last video was right here. I...
When I was a young man, I had liberty, but I did not see it. I had time, but I did not know it. And I had love, but I did not feel it. Many decades would pass before I understood the meaning of all...