CHAPTER 5 HELPING FREDDIE I don't want to bore you, don't you know, and all that sort of rot, but I must tell you about dear old Freddie Meadowes. I'm not a flier at literary...
CHAPTER 11 "Cursed be my tribe If I forgive him." --Shylock The Indian had selected for this desirable purpose one of those steep, pyramidal hills, which bear a strong resemblance to...
Kaa's Hunting His spots are the joy of the Leopard: his horns are the Buffalo's pride. Be clean, for the strength of the hunter is known by the gloss of his hide. If ye find that the...
Book the Second: The Golden Thread Chapter IX. The Gorgon's Head It was a heavy mass of building, that chateau of Monsieur the Marquis, with a large stone courtyard before it, and two stone...
Sunflower stall in market by TravelPod member fishtails04 Flag and cannon by TravelPod member fishtails04 Boats in the harbour by TravelPod member fishtails04 Waiting for the green man, but no cars in...
English Fairy Tales Collected by Joseph Jacobs Chapter 32: The Strange Visitor A woman was sitting at her reel one night; And still she sat, and still she reeled, and still she wished for company. In...
CHAPTER 2 - Part 1 Where I Lived, and What I Lived For At a certain season of our life we are accustomed to consider every spot as the possible site of a house. I have thus surveyed the country on...
Chapter VI. Mr. Toad It was a bright morning in the early part of summer; the river had resumed its wonted banks and its accustomed pace, and a hot sun seemed to be pulling everything green and bushy...
CHAPTER 4 Sounds But while we are confined to books, though the most select and classic, and read only particular written languages, which are themselves but dialects and provincial, we are in danger...
Once upon a time there were two small seeds that lived deep in the ground. One day these little seeds would grow up to be beautiful, tall trees. All around them were mountains, fields and green...