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...that he was in the habit of marking off the prairies at a remarkably cheerful gait. In short, I looked upon him as quite a jewel in an equine way. So when I came eastward, about the first of September, I brought Ceph (Ceph is familiar for Bucephalus) along with me, and we settled down in a little New Hampshire village, with the intention of wearing away the rest of the vacation there. It was one of those delightful little country places, where on the arrival of a stranger all local industries are for the time suspended until the entire...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: BUCEPHALUS. | 11/25/1881 | See Source »

...Just seen ye out with that little black of yourn," exclaimed the town undertaker, my last and most cordial acquaintance. "He can git along pretty smart...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: BUCEPHALUS. | 11/25/1881 | See Source »

Toward the south, along the shore, the forest extended for miles, an unbroken stretch of beech and maple. Tue, in her few hasty glances at the surroundings of the village, had selected this as the most beautiful spot in the landscape; perhaps as much because it led to her own sunny native land as for any peculiar charm of its own. Thither she now turned her steps...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: OUR FIRST FAMILIES. | 11/25/1881 | See Source »

WHILE the Columbia papers and the Vassar Miscellany still hold to their original excellence, we must aver that there has been a decided advance "all along the line," and that the organs of many of our smaller colleges seem to improve with every number. If a growing tendency to Courant-ism can be avoided, and the moral tone of college journalism can be steadily maintained, the outlook may be considered very promising. We beg leave to suggest that to ignore the Niagara Index, the Illini, and others of that ilk, would be a first step of some importance toward...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: EXCHANGES. | 11/11/1881 | See Source »

Merciful heaven! what was it I saw as I glanced again at the window? Only a little white-robed figure walking with outstretched arms along the pier, over those surging waves where a single misstep was death. For a moment I was paralyzed, incapable. Then I leapt forward - down the stairs - out into the night! If I could but reach her before . . . I could only complete the thought with a shudder...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: MIRA. | 10/28/1881 | See Source »