Diana's Short Stories

Young Edgar Foster soon became popular. For one thing, his father was a well known man, who had worthily upheld the honour of Redbank in the cricket field, and had captained the All England eleven. This was quite sufficient to give Edgar a standing in the school. Bullies exist in almost every walk of life, and a few of this undesirable species were to be found at Redbank. 

 

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“That was fourteen years ago. I saw the incomin' of most of the Mormons. It was a wild country an' a wild time. I rode from town to town, village to village, ranch to ranch, camp to camp. I never stayed long in one place. I never had but one idea. I never rested. Four years went by, an' I knowed every trail in northern Utah." 

 

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It has not unfrequently happened, that the researches made at remote distances have often thrown light upon subjects which had long resisted the attempts made to explain them within the narrow limits of our own sphere of observation. The geography of beings endowed with life attains completeness, reflected as it were, in analogous animal and vegetable forms in the opposite hemisphere.  

 

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Black Kettle in the sheltered Washita Valley might never have fallen before General Custer had the Cheyennes kept to the high places after the custom of their fathers. On the day that Kansas became a Territory, my father, John Baronet, with all his household effects started from Rockport, Massachusetts, to begin life anew in the wild unknown West. 

 

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And a marvellous sight it must have been to those Indians that May morning when the two ships of the first colonists who ever settled in Delaware came sailing up the river toward them. In the lead came a vessel of eighteen guns, her sails spread wide to the light breeze, the flag of Holland floating from her masthead. Following her was a smaller yacht named the  Walrus. 

 

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“We young folks quite lost our heads that night, and I have n't a very clear idea of how I got home. 
“Bless my heart, it seems as if I heard'em now! 'Hurrah for Lafayette and Mayor Quincy! Hurrah for Madam Hancock and the pretty girls! Hurrah for Col. May!' 'Three cheers for Boston! Now, then! Hurrah! Hurrah!
Hurrah!'”

 

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She had been a pretty good wife, now that it was all said and done. It wasn't exactly her fault if people didn't have time to read nowadays. It was just that there was the house, and the bank, and the yard. There were the Jones' for bridge and the Graysons' for canasta and charades with the Bryants. And the television, the television Agnes loved to watch, but would never watch alone. 

 

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Lady Mary examined the bracelets, and said she thought they were wrought with beads, but Mrs. Frazer told her that what she took for beads were porcupine quills, cut out very finely, and strung in a pattern. 
"This embroidered knife sheath is large enough for a hunting knife," said Lady Mary, "a '  couteau de chasse  ,'--is it not?"

 

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 Marcella had played in the nursery all day and of course, they did not speak in front of her. Marcella thought they did, though, and often had them saying things which they really were not even thinking of. For instance, when Marcella served water with sugar in it and little oyster crackers for "tea," Raggedy Andy was thinking of Raggedy Ann, and the French doll was thinking of one time when Fido was lost.

 

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"Jeff Wray must pay for that, Curtis.  If we can’t beat him in one way we must choose another. Jeff Wray stole the ’Lone Tree.’  He trespassed on our property in the dead of the night, did violence to one of our employees, and bluffed Cort into signing that lease.  If there was any law in the state of Colorado, he’d be serving his term at Cañon City. But I’ll get him yet!  

 

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