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Kineo, as a boy, grew up with more than usual Indian taciturnity, and with ever-increasing gloominess of disposition. His mother, Maquaso, watched the development of these characteristics with anxiety. He gave so little heed to her solicitude that when she suddenly disappeared, suspicion at once fell upon him, and he was excluded from the councils of his tribe. He departed, and encamped on a neighboring mountain. The rest of the story is told in the lines which follow...

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

...grew rigid an instant; then, over-strained by the excitement, fell desolate on the earth. She wept

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: OUR FIRST FAMILIES. | 10/28/1881 | See Source »

...gasped poor George, while his eyes grew bloodshot, and his hands writhed in and out of his coat-pockets. This developed the smile into a merry rippling laugh. This helped the matter but little, but George made a second attempt...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: SLIGHTLY THE WRONG MAN. | 10/14/1881 | See Source »

Will conjectured that the baldness was owing to the probable fact that the gentleman had at some previous date boarded a month or two at Memorial, where the richness of the diet had shown such marked results, that he grew right up through his hair. It was also suggested that should he paint a face on the back of his head, he would reap a twofold advantage: one in that never, no matter what his position, could he be open to the accusation of turning his back on a friend; the other, in being able to boast in time...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: A BALD-HEAD; OR, A WARNING TO FRESHMEN. | 6/3/1881 | See Source »

...them both therein. My indignation breathed new energy into my wearied frame. A reckless, frenzy seized me. In rapid alternation my feet pressed the flying treadles. I leaned far forward, and rode at fearless speed. Great beads of perspiration fell with a dull thud to the floor. The air grew hot from the friction of my frightful velocity. With this terrible, ever-increasing momentum, something must happen. What that something would probably be became plainer every moment. The last of the line of iron posts stood exactly in front of the staring, awestruck couple. Six times I had swept round...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: I LEARN TO RIDE A BICYCLE. | 5/19/1881 | See Source »

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