Category： Short Stories Author：novel
One of the fairest paintings of Nature was at that point among the mountains of the Canadian province of Cariboo where the Campbell River takes the Boardman to its bosom and swings south on its pilgrimage to the Pacific. Like all of Nature\'s more dramatic compositions, by reason of its very effectiveness, it was predestined to be smud...
Category： Short Stories Author：novel
My name is Martin—James Briggs Martin—but almost everybody calls me Tallow, because once when I was younger I saw old Uncle Ike Bond rubbing tallow on his boots to shine them, and then hurried home and fixed mine up with the stub of a candle and went to school. I guess it couldn’t have smelled very good, for everybody seemed to notice ...
Category： Short Stories Author：novel
EVERY man knows there are evils in the world which need setting right. Every man has pretty definite ideas as to what these evils are. But to most men one in par-tic-u-lar stands out vividly. To some, in fact, this stands out with such startling vividness that they lose sight of other evils, or look upon them as the natural consequence...
Category： Short Stories Author：novel
In this work I have endeavoured to portray a phase of life in a far-away land, a land concerning which we have only too little knowledge at the present time, though it is one of our Empire\'s greatest colonies. I am aware that to make a book composed largely of real happenings—especially when one writes for the youth of the nation—is a...
Category： Short Stories Author：novel
The kettle sat on the hob, and Mona sat on the floor, both as idle as idle could be.
