Ismailiaby Samuel W. BakerContents.Chap.I. IntroductoryII. English PartyIII. The RetreatIV. The Camp at TewfikeeyahV. Exploration of the Old White NileVI. The StartVII. Arrival at GondokoroVIII. Official AnnexationIX. New EnemiesX. Destruction of the Shir DetachmentXI. Spirit of DisaffectionXII. Vessels Return to KhartoumXIII. Moral Results of the HuntXIV. The Advance SouthXV. The Advance to LoboreXVI. Arrival at PatikoXVII. The March to UnyoroXVIII. March to MasindiXIX. Restoration of the Liberated SlavesXX. Establish Commerce...　

THE THREE BROTHERS[17][17] From the Polish. Kletke.There was once upon a time a witch, who in the shape of a hawkused every night to break the windows of a certain villagechurch. In the same village there lived three brothers, who wereall determined to kill the mischievous hawk. But in vain did thetwo eldest mount guard in the church with their guns; as soon asthe bird appeared high above their heads, sleep overpowered them,and they only awoke to hear the windows crashing in.Then the youngest brother took his turn of guarding the windows,and to prevent his being overcome by sleep he placed a lot ofthorns under his chin, so that if he felt drowsy and nodded his...　

SUN TZU ON THE ART OF WARTHE OLDEST MILITARY TREATISE IN THE WORLDTranslated from the Chinese with Introductionand Critical NotesBYLIONEL GILES, M.A.Assistant in the Department of Oriental Printed Books and MSS.in the British MuseumFirst Published in 1910-To my brotherCaptain Valentine Giles, R.G.in the hope thata work 2400 years oldmay yet contain lessons worth consideration...　

Memoirs of General William T. Shermanby William Tecumseh ShermanVolume 2CHAPTER XVI.ATLANTA CAMPAIGN-NASHVILLE AND CHATTANOOGA TO BENEBAW.MARCH, APRIL, AND MAY, 1864.On the 18th day of March, 1864, at Nashville, Tennessee, I relieved Lieutenant-General Grant in command of the Military Division of the Mississippi, embracing the Departments of the Ohio, Cumberland, Tennessee, and Arkansas, commanded respectively by Major-Generals Schofield, Thomas, McPherson, and Steele. General Grant was in the act of starting East to assume command of all the armies of the United States, but more particularly to give direction in person to the Armies of the Potomac and James, operating against Richmond; an　

Marie Antoinette And Her Sonby Louise MuhlbachBOOK I.CHAPTER I.A HAPPY QUEEN.It was the 13th of August, 1785. The queen, Marie Antoinette, had atlast yielded to the requests and protestations of her dear subjects.She had left her fair Versailles and loved Trianon for one day, andhad gone to Paris, in order to exhibit herself and the young princewhom she had borne to the king and the country on the 25th of March,and to receive in the cathedral of Notre Dame the blessing of theclergy and the good wishes of the Parisians.She had had an enthusiastic reception, this beautiful and much lovedqueen, Marie Antoinette. She had driven into Paris in an open...　

The Gathering of Brother Hilariusby Michael Fairless Alias of Margaret Fairless BarberPART I - THE SEEDCHAPTER I - BLIND EYES IN THE FORESTHILARIUS stood at the Monastery gate, looking away down the smooth, well-kept road to the highway beyond. It lay quiet and serene in the June sunshine, the white way to the outer world, and not even a dust cloud on the horizon promised the approach of the train of sumpter mules laden with meats for the bellies and cloth for the backs of the good Brethren within. The Cellarer lacked wine, the drug stores in the farmery were running low; last, but not least, the Precentor had bespoken precious colours, rich gold, costly vellum, and on these the thoughts 　

NORTHANGER ABBEYbyJane Austen(1803)ADVERTISEMENT BY THE AUTHORESS, TO NORTHANGER ABBEYTHIS little work was finished in the year 1803, and intendedfor immediate publication. It was disposed of to a bookseller,it was even advertised, and why the business proceededno farther, the author has never been able to learn.That any bookseller should think it worth-while topurchase what he did not think it worth-while to publishseems extraordinary. But with this, neither the author...　

Ben-Hur: A Tale of the Christby Lew Wallaceto THE WIFE OF MY YOUTH who still abides with meBOOK FIRSTCHAPTER IThe Jebel es Zubleh is a mountain fifty miles and more in length, and so narrow that its tracery on the map gives it a likeness to a caterpillar crawling from the south to the north. Standing on its red-and-white cliffs, and looking off under the path of the rising sun, one sees only the Desert of Arabia, where the east winds, so hateful to vinegrowers of Jericho, have kept their playgrounds since the beginning. Its feet are well covered by sands tossed from the Euphrates, there to lie, for the mountain is a wall to the pasture-lands of Moab and Ammon on the westlands which else ha　

ROUND THE RED LAMPROUND THE REDLAMPBy SIR ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE1- Page 2-ROUND THE RED LAMPTHE PREFACE.I quite recognise the force of your objection that an invalid or awoman in weak health would get no good from stories which attempt totreat some features of medical life with a certain amount of realism. Ifyou deal with this life at all, however, and if you are anxious to make yourdoctors something more than marionettes, it is quite essential that you...　

A Sappho of Green Springsby Bret HarteCONTENTSA SAPPHO OF GREEN SPRINGSTHE CHATELAINE OF BURNT RIDGETHROUGH THE SANTA CLARA WHEATA MAECENAS OF THE PACIFIC SLOPEA SAPPHO OF GREEN SPRINGSCHAPTER I"Come in," said the editor.The door of the editorial room of the "Excelsior Magazine" began tocreak painfully under the hesitating pressure of an uncertain andunfamiliar hand. This continued until with a start of irritationthe editor faced directly about, throwing his leg over the arm ofhis chair with a certain youthful dexterity. With one handgripping its back, the other still grasping a proof-slip, and his...　

　An Unexpected Party　In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means fort.　It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very fortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats - the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straigh　

　But not for us.　The winter nights are too. The nights of fall, the nights of spring. Not for us, not for us.　The house we live in is so pleasant in Caulfield. The blue-green tint of its lawn, that always seems so freshly watered no matter what the time of day. The sparkling, aerated pinwheels of the sprinklers always turning, steadily turning; if you look at them closely enough they form rainbows before your eyes. The clean, sharp curve of the driveway. The dazzling whiteness of the porch-supports in the sun. Indoors, the curving white symmetry of the banister, as gracious as the dark and glossy stair it acpanies down from above. The satin finish of the rich old floors, bearing a telltale