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Heidi  by Johanna Spyri
From the old and pleasantly situated village of Mayenfeld, a footpath winds through green and shady meadows to the foot of the mountains, which on this side look down from their stern and lofty heights upon the valley below. The land grows gradually wilder as the path ascends, and the climber has not gone far before he begins to inhale the fragrance of the short grass and sturdy mountain-plants

Moby Dick   by Herman Melville (1819-1891)
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago--never mind how long precisely --having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen, and regulating the circulation.

Evangeline   A Tale of Acadie by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
THIS is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms. Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neighboring ocean Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest.

The Voyages of Doctor Dolittle  by Hugh Lofting
ALL that I have written so far about Doctor Dolittle I heard long after it happened from those who had known him-- indeed a great deal of it took place before I was born. But I now come to set down that part of the great man's life which I myself saw and took part in.

Two Years Before the Mast   Personal Narrative of Life at Sea by Richard Henry Dana, Jr.
The fourteenth of August was the day fixed upon for the sailing of the brig Pilgrim on her voyage from Boston round Cape Horn to the western coast of North America. As she was to get under weigh early in the afternoon, I made my appearance on board at twelve o'clock, in full sea-rig, and with my chest, containing an outfit for a two or three year voyage

The Patrol Of The Sun Dance Trail by Ralph Connor
High up on the hillside in the midst of a rugged group of jack pines the Union Jack shook out its folds gallantly in the breeze that swept down the Kicking Horse Pass. That gallant flag marked the headquarters of Superintendent Strong, of the North West Mounted Police

Treasure Island   by Robert Louis Stevenson
I remember him as if it were yesterday, as he came plodding to the inn door, his sea-chest following behind him in a hand-barrow--a tall, strong, heavy, nut-brown man, his tarry pigtail falling over the shoulder of his soiled blue coat, his hands ragged and scarred, with black, broken nails, and the sabre cut across one cheek, a dirty, livid white.

Corporal Cameron Of The North West Mounted Police
by Ralph Connor
Agony, reproach, entreaty, vibrated in the clear young voice that rang out over the Inverleith grounds. The Scottish line was sagging!--that line invincible in two years of International conflict, the line upon which Ireland and England had broken their pride. Sagging!

Bears and Dacoites A Tale of the Ghauts by G.A. Henty
Mrs. Lyons showed me the bear she has got tied up in their compound, and it is the most wretched little thing not bigger than Rover, papa's retriever, and it's full-grown. I thought bears were great fierce creatures, and this poor little thing seemed so restless and unhappy that I thought it quite a shame not to let it go.

The Young Carthaginian by G.A. Henty
The council of a hundred was divided into twenty subcommittees, each containing five members. Each of these committees was charged with the control of a department -- the army, the navy, the finances, the roads and communications, agriculture, religion

By England's Aid The Freeing of the Netherlands by G.A. Henty
From the first the people of England would gladly have joined in the fray, and made common cause with their co-religionists; but the queen and her counsellors had been restrained by weighty considerations from embarking in such a struggle.

In Freedom's Cause by G.A. Henty
On a spur jutting out from the side of the hill stood Glen Cairn Castle, whose master the villagers had for generations regarded as their lord.

With Lee in Virginia by G.A. Henty
Vincent Wingfield was the son of an English officer, who, making a tour in the States, had fallen in love with and won the hand of Winifred Cornish, a rich Virginian heiress, and one of the belles of Richmond.

The Lion of the North by G.A. Henty
two horsemen rode down the opposite side of the valley and halted at the water's edge. The prospect was not a pleasant one. The river was sixty or seventy feet wide, and in the centre the water swept along in a raging current.

The Cruise of the Shining Light by Norman Duncan
My uncle, I confess, had indeed a hint too much of the cunning and furtive about both gait and glance to escape remark in strange places.

The Boy Scouts in Front of Warsaw by Colonel George Durston
Warsaw the brilliant, Warsaw the Beautiful, the best beloved of her adoring people, had fallen. Torn by bombs, wrecked by great shells, devastated by hordes of alien invaders, she lay in ruins.

The Boy Scout Aviators by Colonel George Durston
"Of course it is! You've got the idea I'm driving at, Dick. And you can depend on it that General Baden-Powell had that in his mind's eye all the time, too. He doesn't want us to be military and aggressive, but he does want the Empire to have a lot of fellows on call who are hard and fit, so that they can defend themselves and the country.

Retired Veteran by Henry C. Tinsley
I have often heard people lament ill-health because, they say, sickness loses to a man friends. On the contrary, I hold that it brings him many new and unexpected ones.

The Boy Scounts on a Submarine by Captain John Blaine
Elinor Pomeroy laid down her knitting and slowly walked around the house. The barking of the three big dogs had been on a joyous tone. A young man was racing up the long front drive, the dogs leaping and bounding around him.

The Boy Scouts of the Air on Lost Island by Gordon Stuart
Three boys stood impatiently kicking the dew off the tall grass in Ring's back yard, only pausing from their scanning of the beclouded, dawn-hinting sky to peer through the lightening dusk toward the clump of cedars that hid the Fulton house.

The Adventures of a Boy Reporter by Harry Steele Morrison
he youngsters themselves were busy behind the barn, building a hut down near the railway track. There were six of them altogether, the three extra ones, besides Archie Dunn and the Sullivan boys, having come from across the railway to play for the day.

Air Service Boys in the Big Battle by Charles Amory Beach
Experts are needed to see to it that the machine and the aviator are in perfect trim, leaving for the airman himself the trying and difficult task, sometimes, of flying upside down, while he is making observations of the enemy with one eye, and fighting off a Boche with the other -- ready to kill or be killed.

On the Pampas by G.A. Henty
Mr. Hardy spoke cheerfully, but his wife saw at once that it was with an effort that he did so. She put down the work upon which she was engaged, and moved her chair nearer to his by the fire.

The Circus Boys on the Flying Rings by Edgar B. P. Darlington
You only think you can. Besides, that's not a cartwheel; that's a double somersault. It's a real stunt, let me tell you. Why, I can do a cartwheel myself. But up in the air like that

The Circus Boys Across The Continent by Edgar B. P. Darlington
"Me, serious? Why, I never cracked a smile. Isn't anything to smile at. Besides, do you know, since I've been in the circus business, every time I want to laugh I check myself so suddenly that it hurts?"

The Circus Boys In Dixie Land by Edgar B. P. Darlington
"Wild West show, a regular Buffalo Bill outfit, with wild Indians, cowboys, bucking ponies and whoop! whoop! Hi-yi-yi! You know?"

The Circus Boys On the Mississippi by Edgar B. P. Darlington
"You must be a mind reader, Phil Forrest," grumbled Teddy, digging his heel into the soft turf of the circus lot. "Can you read my mind? If you can, what am I thinking about now?"

The Circus Boys on the Plains by Edgar B. P. Darlington
The night was not ideal for a circus performance. However, the showmen uttered no protest, going about their business as methodically as if the air were warm and balmy, the moon and stars shining down over the scene complacently.

The Purple Land By W. H. Hudson
So much was I occupied towards the end of that vacant period with these recollections that I remembered how, before quitting these shores, the thought had come to me that during some quiet interval in my life I would go over it all again, and write the history of my rambles for others to read in the future.

Afoot in England by W. H. Hudson
It was green open country in the west of England -- very far west, although on the east side of the Tamar -- in a beautiful spot remote from railroads and large towns

Green Mansions by W. H. Hudson
I do not descant on his love for simple folk and simple things, his championship of the weak, and the revolt against the cagings and cruelties of life, whether to men or birds or beasts

Far Away and Long Ago by W. H. Hudson
The picture that most often presents itself is of the cattle coming home in the evening; the green quiet plain extending away from the gate to the horizon; the western sky flushed with sunset hues, and the herd of four or five hundred cattle trotting homewards with loud lowings and bellowings, raising a great cloud of dust with their hoofs

Tales of the Pampas by W. H. Hudson
he looked what he was, a man among men, a head taller than most, with the strength of an ox; but the wind had blown a little sprinkling of white ashes into his great beard and his hair, which grew to his shoulders like the mane of a black horse.

The Pipe of Mystery by G.A. Henty
and the elder boys and girls now gathered round their uncle, Colonel Harley, and asked him for a story -- above all, a ghost story.

In The Reign Of Terror by G.A. Henty
Well, they won't eat him, my dear. The French Assembly, or the National Assembly, or whatever it ought to be called, has certainly been passing laws limiting the power of the king and abolishing many of the rights and privileges of the nobility and clergy

Saint George for England by G.A. Henty
It was a bitterly cold night in the month of November, 1330. The rain was pouring heavily, when a woman, with child in her arms, entered the little village of Southwark. She had evidently come from a distance, for her dress was travel-stained and muddy.

The Dragon And The Raven by G.A. Henty
A low hut built of turf roughly thatched with rushes and standing on the highest spot of some slightly raised ground. It was surrounded by a tangled growth of bushes and low trees, through which a narrow and winding path gave admission to the narrow space on which the hut stood.

A Knight of the White Cross by G.A. Henty
The journey was performed without incident. During their passage across the south of France, Gervaise's perfect knowledge of the language gained for him a great advantage over his companions, and enabled him to be of much use to Sir Guy.

The Foreigner by Ralph Connor
By hundreds and tens of hundreds they stream in and through this hospitable city, Saxon and Celt and Slav, each eager on his own quest, each paying his toll to the new land as he comes and goes, for good or for ill, but whether more for good than for ill only God knows.

Winter Adventures of Three Boys by Egerton Ryerson Young
While a wintry storm was raging outside, in the month of November, three happy, excited boys were gathered around the breakfast table in a cozy home in a far North Land.

Three Boys in the Wild North Land by Egerton Ryerson Young
Thus excitedly and rapidly did Mr Ross address a trio of sunburnt, happy boys, who, with all the assurance of a joyous welcome, had burst in upon him in his comfortable, well-built home

Wrecked but not Ruined by Ballantyne
This group of buildings was, at the time we write of, an outpost of the fur-traders, those hardy pioneers of civilization, to whom, chiefly, we are indebted for opening up the way into the northern wilderness of America.

Glengarry Schooldays by Ralph Connor
an enchanted land, peopled, not by fairies, elves, and other shadowy beings of fancy, but with living things, squirrels, and chipmunks, and weasels, chattering ground-hogs, thumping rabbits, and stealthy foxes, not to speak of a host of flying things, from the little gray-bird that twittered its happy nonsense all day, to the big-eyed owl that hooted solemnly when the moon came out.

The Major by Ralph Connor
But the boy stood fascinated by the bird so gallantly facing his day. His mother's words awoke in him a strange feeling. "A brave heart and a bright song" -- so the knights in the brave days of old, according to his Stories of the Round Table,

The Prospector by Ralph Connor
She was determined to draw her unhappy visitor from his shell. But her most brilliant efforts were in vain. Poor Shock remained hopelessly engaged with his hands and feet, and replied at unexpected places, in explosive monosyllables at once ludicrous and disconcerting.

The Sky Pilot by Ralph Connor
There are valleys so wide that the farther side melts into the horizon, and uplands so vast as to suggest the unbroken prairie. Nearer the mountains the valleys dip deep and ever deeper till they narrow into canyons through which mountain torrents pour their blue-gray waters from glaciers that lie glistening between the white peaks far away.

The Sky Pilot In No Man's Land by Ralph Connor
High upon a rock, poised like a bird for flight, stark naked, his satin skin shining like gold and silver in the rising sun, stood a youth, tall, slim of body, not fully developed but with muscles promising, in their faultless, gently swelling outline, strength and suppleness to an unusual degree.

The Doctor by Ralph Connor
Two hours later, down from the dusty sideroad, a girl swinging a milk pail in her hand turned into the mill lane. As she stepped from the glare and dust of the highroad into the lane, it seemed as if Nature had been waiting to find in her the touch that makes perfect; so truly, in all her fresh daintiness, did she seem a bit of that green shady lane with its sweet fragrance and its fresh beauty.

To Him That Hath by Ralph Connor
"You, a Canadian, and our best player -- at least, you used to be -- to allow yourself to be beaten by a -- a -- " she glanced at his opponent with a defiant smile -- "a foreigner."

Beyond the Black River by Robert E. Howard
Crouching behind a thick stem, his sword quivering in his fingers, he saw the bushes part, and a tall figure stepped leisurely into the trail. The traveller stared in surprise. The stranger was clad like himself in regard to boots and breeks, though the latter were of silk instead of leather.

Wings in the Night by Robert E. Howard
Solomon Kane leaned on his strangely carved staff and gazed in scowling perplexity at the mystery which spread silently before him.

The Valley of the Worm by Robert E. Howard
As I lie here awaiting death, which creeps slowly upon me like a blind slug, my dreams are filled with glittering visions and the pageantry of glory.

Skulls in the Stars by Robert E. Howard
There are two roads to Torkertown. One, the shorter and more direct route, leads across a barren upland moor, and the other, which is much longer, winds its tortuous way in and out among the hummocks and quagmires of the swamps, skirting the low hills to the east.

Rogues in the House by Robert E. Howard
At a court festival, Nabonidus, the Red Priest, who was the real ruler of the city, touched Murilo, the young aristocrat, courteously on the arm. Murilo turned to meet the priest's enigmatic gaze, and to wonder at the hidden meaning therein.

Red Nails by Robert E. Howard
The woman on the horse reined in her weary steed. It stood with its legs wide-braced, its head drooping, as if it found even the weight of the gold-tassled, red-leather bridle too heavy. The woman drew a booted foot out of the silver stirrup and swung down from the gilt-worked saddle. She made the reins fast to the fork of a sapling, and turned about, hands on her hips, to survey her surroundings.

Pigeons from Hell by Robert E. Howard
Dreaming, he had seemed to relive his past few waking hours, in accurate detail. The dream had begun, abruptly, as he and John Branner came in sight of the house where they now lay.

The Moon of Skulls by Robert E. Howard
A great black shadow lay across the land, cleaving the red flame of the red sunset. To the man who toiled up the jungle trail it loomed like a symbol of death and horror, a menace brooding and terrible, like the shadow of a stealthy assassin flung upon some candle-lit wall.

Jewels of Gwahlur by Robert E. Howard
Now the summit was not far above him, and he observed, only a few feet above his head, a break in the sheer stone of the cliff. An instant later he had reached it -- a small cavern, just below the edge of the rim. As his head rose above the lip of its floor, he grunted. He clung there, his elbows hooked over the lip.

The Man From Glengarry by Ralph Connor
Dan Murphy was mightily pleased with himself and with the bit of the world about him, for there lay his winter's cut of logs in the river below him snug and secure and held tight by a boom across the mouth, just where it flowed into the Nation. In a few days he would have his crib made, and his outfit ready to start for the Ottawa mills.

Black Rock by Ralph Connor
Big Sandy M'Naughton, a Canadian Highlander from Glengarry, rose up in wrath. 'Bill Keefe,' said he, with deliberate emphasis, 'you'll just keep your dirty tongue off the minister; and as for your pay, it's little he sees of it, or any one else, except Mike Slavin, when you're too dry to wait for some one to treat you, or perhaps Father Ryan, when the fear of hell-fire is on to you.'

The Principal Navigations, Voyages, Traffiques, and Discoveries of The English Nation, Vol 5

The Principal Navigations, Voyages, Traffiques, and Discoveries of The English Nation Vol 6

The Principal Navigations, Voyages, Traffiques, and Discoveries of The English Nation Vol 4

Sea-Wolves of the Mediterranean by E. Hamilton Currey

The Cruise of the Alerte by E.F. Knight

The Bridge To France by Edward N. Hurley

Captain John Smith by Charles Dudley Warner

Elizabethan Sea Dogs by William Wood

The Hour of the Dragon by Robert E. Howard
Inside the chamber was tense silence, and the wavering of the shadows, while four pairs of eyes, burning with intensity, were fixed on the long green case across which cryptic hieroglyphics writhed, as if lent life and movement by the unsteady light.

The Hills of the Dead by Robert E. Howard
The other was an Englishman, and his name was Solomon Kane. He was tall and broad-shouldered, clad in black close garments, the garb of the Puritan.

Hawk of Basti by Robert E. Howard
Kane's cold eyes roved among the trees; one lean iron hand hardened on the carved, sharp- pointed stave he carried, the other hovered near one of the long flintlock pistols he wore.

The Footfalls Within by Robert E. Howard
Kane noted the chain galls on her limbs, the deep crisscrossed sears on her back, the mark of the yoke on her neck. His cold eyes deepened strangely, showing chill glints and lights like clouds passing across depths of ice.

The Devil in Iron by Robert E. Howard
The fisherman loosened his knife in its scabbard. The gesture was instinctive, for what he feared was nothing a knife could slay, not even the saw-edged crescent blade of the Yuetshi that could disembowel a man with an upward stroke.

The Children of Asshur by Robert E. Howard
Some sort of a conflict was taking place in the native village in which he had sought refuge from the storm, and It sounded much like a raid in force.

Shadows In Zamboula by Robert E. Howard
The speaker's voice quivered with earnestness and his lean, black-nailed fingers clawed at Conan's mightily-muscled arm as he croaked his warning. He was a wiry, sunburnt man with a straggling black beard, and his ragged garments prolcaimed him a nomad.

The Life of Thomas, Lord Cochrane Earl of Dundonald

The Naval Pioneers of Australia by Louis Becke

Sailing Alone Around The World by Joshua Slocum

Sailing by E.F. Knight

South by Sir Ernest Shackleton

Books by William Henry Giles Kingston

Books by Reverend Egerton R. Young

Books by George Manville Fenn

The Story of the Champions of the Round Table

The Rover Boys at College by Edward Stratemeyer

The Rover Boys In The Mountains by Edward Stratemeyer

The Rover Boys on Treasure Isle by Edward Stratemeyer

The Rover Boys in Camp by Edward Stratemeyer

The Rover Boys on the River by Edward Stratemeyer

The Rover Boys on Land and Sea by Edward Stratemeyer

The Rover Boys in the Air by Edward Stratemeyer

The Rover Boys In New York by Edward Stratemeyer

The Rover Boys on the Great Lakes by Edward Stratemeyer

The Rover Boys in the Jungle by Edward Stratemeyer

The Rover Boys on the Ocean by Edward Stratemeyer

The Rover Boys at School by Edward Stratemeyer

The Rover Boys Out West by Edward Stratemeyer

The Rover Boys in Business by Edward Stratemeyer

True to Himself by Edward Stratemeyer

Richard Dare's Venture by Edward Stratemeyer

On the Trail of Pontiac by Edward Stratemeyer

Young Captain Jack by by Horatio Alger and Arthur M. Winfield

Dave Porter at Star Ranch by Edward Stratemeyer

The Mystery At Putnam Hall by Arthur M. Winfield

Of Being Woven

"The way is full of genuine sacrifice.
The thickets blocking your path are anything
that keeps you from that, any fear that you may be broken
into bits like a glass bottle.

This road demands courage and stamina,
yet it's full of footprints!
Who are these companions?
They are rungs in your ladder. Use them!
With company you quicken your ascent.
You may be happy enough going along,
but with others you'll get farther, and faster.

Someone who goes cheerfully by himself to the customs
house to pay his traveler's tax will go even more
lightheartedly when friends are with him.

Every prophet sought out companions.
A wall standing alone is useless, but put three or four walls
together, and they'll support a roof
and keep grain dry and safe.
(from Rumi)

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