NOTES BY FLOOD AND FIELDPART IIN THE FIELDIt was near the close of an October day that I began to bedisagreeably conscious of the Sacramento Valley. I had been ridingsince sunrise, and my course through the depressing monotony of thelong level landscape affected me more like a dull dyspeptic dreamthan a business journey, performed under that sincerest of naturalphenomenaa California sky. The recurring stretches of brown andbaked fields, the gaping fissures in the dusty trail, the hardoutline of the distant hills, and the herds of slowly movingcattle, seemed like features of some glittering stereoscopicpicture that never changed. Active exercise might have removed...　

AFTER THE DANCE"AND you say that a man cannot, of himself,understand what is good and evil; that it is allenvironment, that the environment swamps theman. But I believe it is all chance. Take myown case . . ."Thus spoke our excellent friend, Ivan Vasilie-vich, after a conversation between us on the impos-sibility of improving individual character withouta change of the conditions under which men live.Nobody had actually said that one could not ofoneself understand good and evil; but it was ahabit of Ivan Vasilievich to answer in this way thethoughts aroused in his own mind by conversation,and to illustrate those thoughts by relating inci-dents in his own life. He often quite forgot the..　

Forty Centuries of Inkby David N. CarvalhoORA CHRONOLOGICAL NARRATIVE CONCERNINGINK AND ITS BACKGROUNDSINTRODUCING INCIDENTAL OBSERVATIONS ANDDEDUCTIONS, PARALLELS OF TIME AND COLORPHENOMENA, BIBLIOGRAPHY, CHEMISTRY,POETICAL EFFUSIONS, CITATIONS,ANECDOTES AND CURIOSA TOGETHER WITHSOME EVIDENCE RESPECTING THEEVANESCENT CHARACTER OFMOST INKS OF TO-DAY ANDAN EPITOME OF CHEMICO-LEGAL INK.BYDAVID N. CARVALHOPREFACE.The unfortunate conditions surrounding the almostuniversal use of the oddly named commercial and withfew exceptions record inks, and the so-called modern...　

Once upon a time in the middle of winter, when the flakes ofsnow were falling like feathers from the sky, a queen sat ata window sewing, and the frame of the window was made of blackebony. And whilst she was sewing and looking out of the windowat the snow, she pricked her finger with the needle, and threedrops of blood fell upon the snow. And the red looked prettyupon the white snow, and she thought to herself, would that I hada child as white as snow, as red as blood, and as black as thewood of the window-frame.Soon after that she had a little daughter, who was as white assnow, and as red as blood, and her hair was as black as ebony,and she was therefore called little snow-white. And wh　

The Americanization of Edward BokThe Autobiography of a Dutch Boy Fifty Years Afterby Edward William BokTo the American woman I owe much, but to two women I owe more, My mother and my wife. And to them I dedicate this account of the boy to whom one gave birth and brought to manhood and the other blessed with all a home and family may mean.An ExplanationThis book was to have been written in 1914, when I foresaw some leisure to write it, for I then intended to retire from active editorship. But the war came, an entirely new set of duties commanded, and the project was laid aside.Its title and the form, however, were then chosen. By the form I refer particularly to the use of the third perso　

FABIUS270-203 B.C.by Plutarchtranslated by John DrydenHAVING related the memorable actions of Pericles, our history nowproceeds to the life of Fabius. A son of Hercules and a nymph, of somewoman of that country, who brought him forth on the banks of Tiber,was, it is said, the first Fabius, the founder of the numerous anddistinguished family of the name. Others will have it that they werefirst called Fodii, because the first of the race delighted in diggingpitfalls for wild beasts, fodere being still the Latin for to dig, andfossa for a ditch, and that in process of time, by the change of the...　

Philosophy 4A Story of Harvard Universityby Owen WisterITwo frowning boys sat in their tennis flannels beneath the glare of lampand gas. Their leather belts were loosened, their soft pink shirtsunbuttoned at the collar. They were listening with gloomy voracity tothe instruction of a third. They sat at a table bared of its customarysporting ornaments, and from time to time they questioned, sucked theirpencils, and scrawled vigorous, laconic notes. Their necks and facesshone with the bloom of out-of-doors. Studious concentration wasevidently a painful novelty to their features. Drops of perspirationcame one by one from their matted hair, and their hands dampened the...　

THE HISTORY OF DWARF LONG NOSEIt is a great mistake to think that fairies, witches, magicians,and such people lived only in Eastern countries and in such timesas those of the Caliph Haroun Al-Raschid. Fairies and theirlike belong to every country and every age, and no doubt weshould see plenty of them nowif we only knew how.In a large town in Germany there lived, some couple of hundredyears ago, a cobbler and his wife. They were poor andhard-working. The man sat all day in a little stall at thestreet corner and mended any shoes that were brought him. Hiswife sold the fruit and vegetables they grew in their garden inthe Market Place, and as she was always neat and clean and her...　

The Pharisee And The Publicanby John BunyanTwo men went up into the temple to pray; the one a Pharisee, and the other a Publican. The Pharisee stood and prayed thus with himself; God, I thank thee, that I am not as other men are, extortioners, unjust, adulterers, or even as this Publican. I fast twice in the week, I give tithes of all that I possess. And the Publican, standing afar off would not lift up so much as his eyes unto heaven, but smote upon his breast, saying, God be merciful to me a sinner. Luke, xviii. 10-13.In the beginning of this chapter you read of the reason of the parable of the unjust judge and the poor widow; namely, to encourage men to pray. "He spake a parable to t　

SHERLOCK HOLMESTHE ADVENTURE OF THE PRIORY SCHOOLby Sir Arthur Conan DoyleTHE ADVENTURE OF THE PRIORY SCHOOLWe have had some dramatic entrances and exits upon our small stageat Baker Street, but I cannot recollect anything more sudden andstartling than the first appearance of Thorneycroft Huxtable, M.A.,Ph.D., etc. His card, which seemed too small to carry the weight ofhis academic distinctions, preceded him by a few seconds, and thenhe entered himself- so large, so pompous, and so dignified that he wasthe very embodiment of self-possession and solidity. And yet his first...　

THE BRONZE RINGOnce upon a time in a certain country there lived aking whose palace was surrounded by a spacious garden.But, though the gardeners were many and the soil wasgood, this garden yielded neither flowers nor fruits, noteven grass or shady trees.The King was in despair about it, when a wise old mansaid to him:"Your gardeners do not understand their business: butwhat can you expect of men whose fathers were cobblersand carpenters? How should they have learned to cultivateyour garden?""You are quite right," cried the King."Therefore," continued the old man, "you should sendfor a gardener whose father and grandfather have been...　

Uncle Remus, His Songs and His SayingsBy Joel Chandler HarrisPREFACE AND DEDICATION TO THE NEW EDITIONTo Arthur Barbette Frost:DEAR FROST:I am expected to supply a preface for this new edition of my first book-to advance from behind the curtain, as it were, and make a fresh bow to the public that has dealt with Uncle Remus in so gentle and generous a fashion. For this event the lights are to be rekindled, and I am expected to respond in some formal way to an encore that marks the fifteenth anniversary of the book. There have been other editions-how many I do not remember-but this is to be an entirely new one, except as to the matter: new type, new pictures, and new binding....