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...chen; than whom no wealthier merchant bartered for the glory of his ancient mothercity, nor more honoured burgess swallowed impartially red juice and white under the shadow of his own fig-tree....

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...l opportunity university. 3 George Meredith FARINA By George Meredith THE WHITE ROSE CLUB IN THOSE LUSTY AGES when the Kaisers lifted high the golden... ...rtunity university. 3 George Meredith FARINA By George Meredith THE WHITE ROSE CLUB IN THOSE LUSTY AGES when the Kaisers lifted high the golden goble... ...other- city, nor more honoured burgess swallowed impartially red juice and white under the shadow of his own fig-tree. Vine-hills, among the hottest s... ...ne he had a higher claim to reverence as father of the fair Margarita, the White Rose of Germany; a noble maiden, peerless, and a jewel for princes. T... ...had a higher claim to reverence as father of the fair Margarita, the White Rose of Germany; a noble maiden, peerless, and a jewel for princes. The dev... ... won in fair field; on what occa- sion; and from whom; every member of the White Rose Club keeping his particular scroll, and, on days of festival and... ...n fair field; on what occa- sion; and from whom; every member of the White Rose Club keeping his particular scroll, and, on days of festival and holid... ...ld not equal Cologne for quantity made away with. The chief members of the White Rose Club were Berthold Schmidt, the rich goldsmith’s son; Dietrich S... ... equal Cologne for quantity made away with. The chief members of the White Rose Club were Berthold Schmidt, the rich goldsmith’s son; Dietrich Schill,...

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...GRISLY GRISELL or THE LAIDLY LADY OF WHITBURN: A TALE OF THE WARS OF THE ROSES By Charlotte M. Yonge A Penn State Electronic Classics Series Publica... ... GRISLY GRISELL, or THE LAIDLY LADY OF WHITBURN: A TALE OF THE WARS OF THE ROSES By Charlotte M. Yonge CHAPTER I—AN EXPL CHAPTER I—AN EXPL CHAPTER I—A... ...od behind. There was a move at the entrance of the lady, and her hus- band rose, came forward, and as he gave her the courteous kiss of greeting, dema... ...“Who is the traitor forsooth? Why, ’tis my father who should be King. ’Tis white-faced Harry and his Beauforts—” The words were cut short by a blow fr... ... north; and presently he reported that the former wore the family badge, a white rosette, the latter none at all, whence it was perceived that the lat... ...; and presently he reported that the former wore the family badge, a white rosette, the latter none at all, whence it was perceived that the latter we... ...nd though too young to be admitted as a novice, she wore a black dress and white hood like theirs, and the an- nual gifts to the nunnery from the Coun... ... stone steps into a great hall, where tables were being laid, covered with white napery and glittering with silver and pewter. The seneschal marched b... ...y lady’s guest, I will send you north in more fitting guise than with this white-smith dame.” “She hath been very good to me,” Grisell ventured to add...

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Excerpt: The Great Stone Face and Other Tales of the White Mountains by Nathaniel Hawthorne.

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...THE GREAT STONE FACE AND OTHER TALES OF THE WHITE MOUNTAINS BY NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE A Penn State Electronic Classics Ser... ... Classics Series Publication The Great Stone Face and Other T ales of the White Mountains by Nathaniel Hawthorne is a publication of the Pennsylvan... ...nic transmission, in any way. The Great Stone Face and Other T ales of the White Mountains by Nathaniel Hawthorne , the Pennsylvania State University... .........45 4 TheGreatStone Face THE GREAT STONE FACE AND OTHER TALES OF THE WHITE MOUNTAINS BY NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE 1882 1882 1882 1882 1882 INTR INTR I... ...ON ODUCTION THE FIRST THREE NUMBERS in this collection are tales of the White Hills in New Hampshire. The passages from Sketches from Memory show t... ... this must needs be the fact, when they beheld the splendid edi fice that rose, as if by enchantment, on the site of his father’s old weather beaten ... ...e road, with a great clattering of hoofs and a mighty cloud of dust, which rose up so dense and high that the visage of the mountainside was completel... ...ard, therefore, between the outer door and the inner one, the whole family rose up, grand mother, children, and all, as if about to welcome some one ... ...e re gion of wind and cloud and naked rocks and desolate sun shine, that rose immeasurably above them. They gazed back at the obscure wilderness whi...

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...rpt: It was on a Saturday, at six in the morning, that I died after a three days? illness. My wife was searching a trunk for some linen, and when she rose and turned she saw me rigid, with open eyes and silent pulses. She ran to me, fancying that I had fainted, touched my hands and bent over me. Then she suddenly grew alarmed, burst into tears and stammered:...

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... days’ illness. My wife was searching a trunk for some linen, and when she rose and turned she saw me rigid, with open eyes and silent pulses. She ran... ...icy horror would stop my pulses while an appalling vision of dissolu tion rose before me. It was with difficulty that I could get to sleep again. Ind... ...torture; I only know that my own life was made a torment by it. Death ever rose between me and all I loved; I can remem ber how the thought of it poi... ...Mar guerite or I. Either alternative caused me harrowing grief, and tears rose to my eyes at the thought of our shattered Emile Zola 5 lives. At the... ...lodginghouse, and my wife was crouching on the floor, crying bitterly. The white light before my left eye was growing dim, but I remembered the room p... ...hat Marguerite had been overcome by fatigue and was dozing. Twice Simoneau rose, and the torturing thought flashed through me that he might be tak in... ...reigned in the cemetery; the black trees threw motionless shadows over the white tombs. When I endeavored to ascertain my bear ings I noticed that on... ...buried my face in a news paper which I picked off the table. My lips were white and my hands shook. “It will end in a marriage, of course,” resumed M...

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...es. There was a fire at each end of this great dark apartment, but there were no chimneys over the ample hearths, and the smoke curled about in thick white folds in the vaulted roof, adding to the wreaths of soot, which made the hall look still darker....

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... no chim- neys over the ample hearths, and the smoke curled about in thick white folds in the vaulted roof, adding to the wreaths of soot, which made ... ...ght hair, hardly touched with grey, was bound round her head, under a tall white cap, with a band passing under her chin: she wore a long sweeping dar... ... his grandfather’s baptism, and how during the seven days that he wore his white baptismal robes, he had made large gifts to all the chief churches in... ...red, “O God, my Father, help me to keep it.” The Archbishop waited till he rose, and then, turning him with his face to the people, said, “Richard, by... ...id the Duke of Brittany farewell. “Poor child!” said Duke Alan, as Richard rose up, startled, “he is over-wearied with this day’s work. Take care of h... ...s before he heard Osmond’s voice say, “Here, my Lord;” he looked up, saw a white cap at a doorway a little above him, he bounded up and flew into Dame... ...mfort, Fru Astrida was on the other. After the dinner, Alberic de Montemar rose to take his leave, as he was to ride half way to his home that afterno... ... suppose.” “No truer friend to Normandy than gallant and wise old Hugh the White!” said Bernard, “and as to Senlis, he is uncle to the boy, and doubly... ...eady for use at a moment’s notice. On getting be- yond the forest a Castle rose before them, and, though it was not yet late in the day, they resolved...

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...ery sleepy and stupid), whether the pleasure of making a daisychain would be worth the trouble of getting up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a White Rabbit with pink eyes ran close by her. There was nothing so very remarkable in that; nor did Alice think it so very much out of the way to hear the Rabbit say to itself, ?Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be late!? (when she t...

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...ld be worth the trouble of getting up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a White Rabbit with pink eyes ran close by her. There was nothing so very... ...up, but it was all dark overhead; before her was another long passage, and the White Rabbit was still in sight, hurrying down it. There was not a mome... ...he distance, and she hastily dried her eyes to see what was coming. It was the White Rabbit returning, splen didly dressed, with a pair of white kid ... ..., timid voice, ‘If you please, sir—’ The Rabbit started violently, dropped the white kid gloves and the fan, and skurried away into the darkness as ha... ...hands, and was surprised to see that she had put on one of the Rabbit’s little white kid gloves while she was talking. ‘How can I have done that?’ she... ...eds and the cool fountains. CHAPTER VIII The Queen’s Croquet Ground A LARGE ROSE TREE stood near the entrance of the garden: the roses growing on ... ...‘Would you tell me,’ said Alice, a little timidly, ‘why you are painting those roses?’ Five and Seven said nothing, but looked at Two. Two began in a ... ...low voice, ‘Why the fact is, you see, Miss, this here ought to have been a red rose tree, and we put a white one in by mistake; and if the Queen was t... ...ese?’ said the Queen, pointing to the three gardeners who were lying round the rosetree; for, you see, as they were lying on their faces, and the patt...

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...er human being then visible on the brig’s deck was the person in charge: a white man of low stature, thick-set, with shaven cheeks, a grizzled moustac... ... seas. He had thrown off his light jacket, and clad only 10 The Rescue in white trousers and a thin cotton singlet, with his stout arms crossed on hi... ...of straw sandals, and his head was protected by an enormous pith hat— once white but now very dirty—which gave to the whole man the aspect of a phenom... ...tolid seacannie appeared to see, and for that matter to hear, nothing. The white man looked at the impassive Malay with disgust, then glanced around t... ...he caprice of angry or playful seas. He wore a grey flannel shirt, and his white trou- sers were held by a blue silk scarf wound tightly round his nar... ... boat. And before his eyes, towering high, the black hull of the brig also rose and fell, setting her stern down in the sea, now and again, with a tre... ...ceasing and thick; but even as he looked the very base of the black pillar rose above the ragged line of tree-tops. The whole thing floated clear away... ...ny behind the curtain. It is as costly as a wife and children.” The guests rose and took their leave. “You fired three shots for me, Panglima Hassim,”... ...he old Rajah Tulla died late at night and —as Jaffir put it—before the sun rose there were already blows exchanged in the courtyard of the ruler’s dal...

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...s the corn-lands and thick tule swamps of Sacramento Valley, to where the Central Pacific railroad begins to climb the sides of the Sierras; and north... ... labourers, and partly ruinous. At dinner 5 there was the ordinary display of what is called in the west a two-bit house: the ... ...horus. Early the next morning we mounted the hill along a wooden footway, bridging one marish spot after another. Here and there, as we ascended, we p... ... Early the next morning we mounted the hill along a wooden footway, bridging one marish spot after another. Here and there, as we ascended, we passed ... ...ne marish spot after another. Here and there, as we ascended, we passed a house embowered in white roses. More of the bay became ap- parent, and soon ... ...from Vallejo, seamen, far out at sea, were scanning it with shaded eyes; and, as if to answer to the thought, one of the great ships below began silen... ...ighbourhood of Mount Saint Helena is full of sulphur and of boiling springs. The Geysers are famous; they were the great health resort of the Indi- an... ...eads. So it blew all night long while I was writing up my journal, and after we were in bed, under a cloudless, starset heaven; and so it was blowing ... ...y step, he had turned round and walked away again, so warily and slowly, and with so much seeming hesitation did he go about. He lay long in bed in th...

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...a,’ she replied, ‘it would be simply unen- durable.’ She stood tapping her white skirt with her bow in a kind of a pathetic forbearance. ‘But I can’t ... ...s in a setting of black loam. Ceiling and frieze and fireplace were smooth white. There was no other colouring. The furniture, excepting the piano, ha... ...ossed out to leave the room clear, with its green floor and walls, and its white rim of skirting-board, serene. On the mantlepiece were white lustres,... .... Besides these, two tablets of translucent stone beautifully clouded with rose and blood, and carved with Chinese symbols; then a litter of mementoes... ...ssured of his unwelcome. The only objects of sympathy in the room were the white lamp that glowed on a stand near the wall, and the large, beautiful f... ...turned again to the players. The violinist was a girl of twenty-eight. Her white dress, high-waisted, swung as she forced the rhythm, determinedly swa... ... life drained rapidly out of the opera-house. The members of the orchestra rose, laugh- ing, mingling their weariness with good wishes for the holi- ... ...re. The world was changing. The train stopped, and with a little effort he rose to go home. The night air was cool and sweet. He drank it thirst- ily.... ...s shoulders, he took a deep breath, then re- laxed again. After a while he rose, took the teddy-bear, and went slowly to bed. Gwen and Marjory, aged n...

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...head be it!’ And it was to him as when sudden gusts of perfume from garden roses of the valley meet the traveller’s nostril on the hill that overlooke... ...oth where Shibli Bagarag had given the kiss of contract, her hand soft and white where he had taken it. Shibli Bagarag was smitten with astonishment a... ...m the tents of her tribe to the pastures of the flocks. As she pressed the white arch of her feet on the soft green-mossed grasses by the shore of the... ...t more intently, and turned her fair shape toward him, and put up her long white fingers to his chin, and smoothed him with their softness, whispering... ...undressed her and she lay among them, and was all night even as a bursting rose in a vase filled with drooping lilies; and one of the maidens that put... ...all the flowers that nodded to the setting,—yea, the crimson, purple, pure white, streaked-yellow, azure, and saffron, there was no flower fairer in i... ...nows of the mountain-peaks were mirror’d there Beneath her feet, not whiter than they were; Not rosier in the white, that falling flush ... ...ning, and as the very life of the blood, a sweet crimson, a ruby, a softer rose, an amethyst of tender hues: it was a full globe of splendours, showin... ...es of the wood, when Bhanavar arose from the body of the youth, and as she rose she saw that his mare Zoora, his father’s first gift, was snuffing at ...

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...ssibly be thought corroborative of the Mosaic account of the creation. The whites have assisted greatly in rendering the traditions of the Aborigines ... ...s; the latter being the word commonly used by the 5 James Fenimore Cooper whites. When it is remembered that the Dutch (who first settled New Y ork),... ...ly fitted to the shape, and tied at his bunches of knees by large knots of white ribbon, a good deal sullied by use. Clouded cotton stockings, and sho... ...communication, between two such singular men, might have elicited from the white man, had not his active cu- riosity been again drawn to other objects... ...singing master was con- cealed behind the numberless trunks of trees, that rose, in dark lines, in the intermediate space. 24 The Last of the Mohican... ...of the day was lessened, as the cooler vapors of the springs and fountains rose above their leafy beds, and rested in the atmosphere. Still that breat... ...emblem of death, drawn in intermingled colors 25 James Fenimore Cooper of white and black. His closely-shaved head, on which no other hair than the w... ...for sounds like the snapping of a dried stick, and the rustling of leaves, rose from the adjacent bushes, but recollecting himself instantly, he conti... ...had painted on the blue sky, were al- ready losing their faintest tints of rose-color, while the imbed- ded stream, which glided past the spot where h...

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...nest woman, you are dreaming, my friend.” “I am not dreaming, my beautiful white doe. Listen. People should always do what their position in life dema... ...economy,—for your sake, be it under- stood. I burn our sign, ‘The Queen of Roses’; I efface the name, ‘Cesar Birotteau, Perfumer, Successor to Ragon,’... ... burn your sign, which cost six hundred francs, and renounce ‘The Queen of Roses,’ your true glory? Leave ambition to others. He who puts his hand in ... ...ociety you are going to hide your name, take down your sign, ‘The Queen of Roses,’ and yet you mean to salaam and bow and scrape in advertisements and... ...ame price. If necessary, my associates will help me. Where is the plot, my white doe? Look here, I must tell you your defect. On the word of an honest... ...ad clerk would smile with a jovial air, and say ,— “Ah, my boy! all is not rose at ‘The Queen of Roses.’ Larks don’t fall down roasted; you must run a... ...question of marriage; and though her heart was as pure as her forehead was white, it was only after six months of marches and counter-marches, in the ... ...d the perfumer, and allowed him to call himself the inventor of a paste to whiten the hands, the composition of which he dictated to him. Birotteau na... ... be found pink for the skin and cuticle of persons of lymphatic habit, and white for those possessed of a sanguine temperament. “This Paste is named t...

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...sun with purple-color’d face Had ta’en his last leave of the weeping morn, Rose-cheek’d Adonis hied him to the chase; Hunting he lov’d, but love he la... ...er, sweet above compare, Stain to all nymphs, more lovely than a man, More white and red than doves or roses are; Nature that made thee, with hersel... ...in to all nymphs, more lovely than a man, More white and red than doves or roses are; Nature that made thee, with herself at strife, Saith that th... ...mson shame and anger ashy-pale; Being red, she loves him best; and being white, Her best is better’d with a more delight. 5 Which long have rai... ...y bed. "Thus he that overrul’d I oversway’d, Leading him prisoner in a red-rose chain: Strong-temper’d steel his stronger strength obey’d, Yet was he ... ...tealing to the wayward boy; T o note the fighting conflict of her hue, How white and red each other did destroy: But now her cheek was pale, and by ... ...hand, A lily prison’d in a gaol of snow, Or ivory in an alabaster band; So white a friend engirts so white a foe: This beauteous combat, wilful and ... ...s breast. "Who sees his true-love in her naked bed, T eaching the sheets a whiter hue than white, But, when his glutton eye so full hath fed, His othe... ...d not suck’d Foul words and frowns must not repel a lover; What though the rose have prickles, yet ’tis pluck’d: Were beauty under twenty locks kept...

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...ms of his hands a warm and a rub alternately. As the young woman spoke, he rose, and ad vancing to the bed’s head, said, with more kindness than migh... ... OLIVER TWIST The surgeon deposited it in her arms. She imprinted her cold white lips passionately on its forehead; passed her hands over her face; ga... ... to make him lively: and bidding him to follow, conducted him into a large white washed room, where eight or ten fat gentlemen were sitting round a t... ...im answer in a very low and hesitating voice; whereupon a gentle man in a white waistcoat said he was a fool. Which was a capital way of raising his ... ... Oliver. ‘The boy is a fool—I thought he was,’ said the gentleman in the white waistcoat. ‘Hush!’ said the gentleman who had spoken first. ‘You know... ...weeping bitterly. ‘What are you crying for?’ inquired the gentleman in the white waistcoat. And to be sure it was very extraordinary. What could the ... ...hild as he was, he was desperate with hunger, and reckless with misery. He rose from the table; and advancing to the master, basin and spoon in hand, ... ... replied Oliver; ‘don’t you say anything about her to me!’ Oliver’s colour rose as he said this; he breathed quickly; and there was a curious working ... ...ched his face with the other. In this favourable position of affairs, Noah rose from the ground, and pommelled him behind. This was rather too violent...

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...increase From fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beauties Rose might neuer die, But as the riper should by time decease, His tender... ...When I behold the violet past prime, And sable curls or siluer’d ore with white: When lofty trees I see barren of leaues, Which erst from heat did ... ...herd And Sommers greene all girded vp in sheaues Borne on the beare with white and bristly beard: Then of thy beauty do I question make That thou ... ...at which thou hast done No more bee greeu’d at that which thou hast done, Roses haue thornes, and siluer fountaines mud, Cloudes and eclipses staine... ...autie beautious seeme, By that sweet ornament which truth doth giue, The Rose lookes faire, but fairer we it deeme For that sweet odor, which doth ... ... Canker bloomes haue full as deepe a die, As the perfumed tincture of the Roses, Hang on such thornes, and play as wantonly, When sommers breath th... ...eir proud lap pluck them where they grew: Nor did I wonder at the Lillies white, Nor praise the deepe vermillion in the Rose, They weare but sweet,... ... The Roses fearefully on thornes did stand, Our blushing shame, an other white dispaire: A third nor red, nor white, had stolne of both, And to hi... ...like the Sunne, Currall is farre more red, then her lips red, If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun: If haires be wiers, black wiers grow ...

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...ghted down by cubes of ice, and china pigs and cows knee deep in layers of white beans. At one end of the street McTeague could see the huge power-hou... ...between two and three o’clock on Sun- day afternoons. An acrid odor of ink rose upward to him. Occasionally a cable car passed, trundling heavily, wit... ..., from the de- moniac glare of the druggists’ windows to the dazzling blue whiteness of the electric globes, grew thick from street corner to street c... ...ted Marcus, banging the table with his fist till the beer glasses danced; “white-livered drones, traitors, with their livers white as snow, eatun the ... ...her chair and opened her mouth, showing the rows of little round teeth, as white and even as the kernels on an ear of green corn, except where an ugly... ...ine the rest of her teeth. They were perfect, with one exception—a spot of white caries on the lateral surface of an incisor. McT eague filled it with... ... of resistance. Within him, a certain second self, another better McTeague rose with the brute; both were strong, with the huge crude strength of the ... ... his timidity overcame him as if he were a ten-year-old schoolboy. He half rose from his chair, his fingers dancing nervously upon his chin. Maria ope... ... Zerkow still had something to say. As Maria folded up the pillow-case and rose to go, the old Jew said: “Well, see here a minute, we’ll—you’ll have a...

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...he calls, and the Nannies answer. Ay, and the sheep are rising up too! How white they look in the moonshine! Piers—deaf as he is—waking at their music... ...ench! Not far now.’ ‘I’m down, I’m down!’ ‘Up! Here, this is safe! On that white stone! Now, here’s sound ground! Hark!’ Wherewith he emitted a strang... ... doorway there shone a light, and in the light stood a motherly form, in a white woollen hood and dark serge dress. Tired as he was, Hal ran on to her... ...ignity that sat drolly on her bare feet and disordered hair and cap as she rose out of bed, ‘that the Sisters are accountable for me. I am the Lady An... ...er if I were away at the cell at Greystone when Queen Margaret and the Red Rose came north.’ ‘ And is that the way they keep you safe?’ asked the host... ...kes no secret of being of gentle blood—a St. John of Bletso.’ ‘A pestilent White Rose lot! We shall have them on the scent ere many days are over our ... ... secret of being of gentle blood—a St. John of Bletso.’ ‘A pestilent White Rose lot! We shall have them on the scent ere many days are over our head! ... ...can see. Come, an you love me, tell me true! I told you true who I am, Red Rose though I see you be! Why not trust me the same?’ 16 The Herd Boy and ... ..., scabious and globe flowers, and once a very pink wild rose, mingled with white ones. Lady Anne took them with a meaning smile, and a merry gesture, ...

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...a pretty cry, the cry of a woman issuing refreshed and joyous from a bath, rose above the murmur of the rip- pling fringes as their flux and reflux ma... ...ove the murmur of the rip- pling fringes as their flux and reflux marked a white line along the shore. Hearing that note as it gushed from a soul, I f... ... you shall drink it to-day,—you and your father; and we will send you some white bread.” “You are very kind, monsieur.” “We will give you your dinner ... ...d which the water foamed and sparkled, giving them the appearance of great white roses, floating on the liquid surface or resting on the shore. Seeing... ...h the water foamed and sparkled, giving them the appearance of great white roses, floating on the liquid surface or resting on the shore. Seeing this ... ...alf an hour in silence, either because we were oppressed by the heat which rose in waves from the burning sands, or because the difficulty of walking ... ...e night, as she was fast asleep beside her husband, a noise awoke her; she rose up quickly, and was stabbed in the arm with a knife. She cried out lou... ... of gold with which he will pay you; give it back to me, and I’ll give you white money in place of it.’ “The good woman did as she was told. Cambremer... ...d a that,’ he said; ‘you have always wanted to ruin me.’ “Cambremer turned white and said,— “‘Such language to your mother increases your crime. Come,...

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...den Field by Walter Scott INTRODUCTION TO CANTO FIRST. TO WILLIAM STEW ART ROSE, ESQ. Ashestiel, Ettrick Forest. November’s sky is chill and drear, No... ..., and dwarf, And wizard with his want of might, And errant maid on palfrey white. Around the Genius weave their spells, Pure Love, who scarce his pass... ...f the guard, Pacing his sober round. XXXI. With early dawn Lord Marmion rose: And first the chapel doors unclose; Then after morning rites were ... ...ook the Scottish shore: Around the castle eddied slow, Volumes of smoke as white as snow, 30 Marmion And hid its turrets hoar; Till they rolled fo... ...h the rude barriers of the lake Away its hurrying waters break, Faster and whiter dash and curl, Till down yon dark abyss they hurl. Rises the fog-smo... ...ter dash and curl, Till down yon dark abyss they hurl. Rises the fog-smoke white as snow, Thunders the viewless stream below. Diving, as if condemned ... ...one foamy wave, 37 Sir Walter Scott And wheeling round the giant’s grave, White as the snowy charger’s tail Drives down the pass of Moffatdale. Ma... ...andalled feet the trace. As to the port the galley flew, Higher and higher rose to view The castle with its battled walls, The ancient monastery’s hal... ... strength that abbey frowned, With massive arches broad and round, That rose alternate, row and row, On ponderous columns, short and low, ...

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...t was a snug collection of modest one and two story frame dwellings, whose whitewashed exteriors were almost concealed from sight by climbing tangle... ...hitewashed exteriors were almost concealed from sight by climbing tangles of rose vines, honeysuckles, and morning glories. Each of these pretty homes... ...orning glories. Each of these pretty homes had a garden in front fenced with white palings and opulently stocked with hollyhocks, marigolds, touch me ... ... while on the windowsills of the houses stood wooden boxes con taining moss rose plants and terra cotta pots in which grew a The Tragedy of Pudd nhea... ...se spread of intensely red blossoms accented the prevailing pink tint of the rose clad house front like an explosion of flame. When there was room on ... ...f out and scat tered its houses about its base line of the hills; the hills rose high, enclosing the town in a half moon curve, clothed with forests ... ...Mis sissippi, the Ohio, the Monongahela, the T ennessee, the Red River, the White River, and so on—and were bound every The Tragedy of Pudd nhead Wil... ...d three inches wide. Along the lower edge of each strip was pasted a slip of white paper. He asked people to pass their hands through their hair (thus... ...nder this row of faint grease prints he would write a record on the strip of white paper—thus: JOHN SMITH, right hand— and add the day of the month a...