Thrice Told Tales: Thirteen Re-prints of Stories : Written for the Advanced Course in Story Writing, Columbia University (Extension Division)

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Blanche Colton Williams
Dodd, Mead, 1924 - 315 pàgines

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Pàgina 301 - Carson died in the spring. Carson stayed until he was too poor to get away. There's three children — oldest's Katy, just eleven.' Dan's words failed, but his eyes told. 'Somebody will brag of them as ancestors some day. They'll deserve it if they live through this.
Pàgina 65 - SHALL we gather at the river, Where bright angel feet have trod, With its crystal tide for ever Flowing from the throne of God ? Yes, we'll gather at the river, The beautiful, the beautiful river, Gather with the saints at the river That flows from the throne of God...
Pàgina 312 - I'm out here now. If you know the location, and we both think you do, I'll put capital in your way to develop the mines and use what pull I have to get the road in.' He looked down at the boy and thrust out a masterful jaw. There was a ring of sincerity no one could mistake when he spoke again. 'This country's a desert now, but I'd back the Sahara peopled with your kind. This is on the square, Hillas; don't tell me you won't believe I'm American enough to trust?
Pàgina 307 - Haney — four days' trip away by stage.' The traveler stared, frowningly. Dan was looking about the room again and after prodding the gay seat in the corner, lifted the cover and picked up a folded blanket, shaking out the erstwhile padded cushion. He hung the blanket over the back of a chair. 'Mis' Clark, there's nothing but steam will touch membreenous croup. We saved my baby that way last year. Set here and I'll fix things.
Pàgina 299 - Dan drawled in willing contribution to his uneasiness, " the real Dakota article where blizzards are made. None of your eastern imitations, but a ninetymile wind that whets slivers of ice off the frozen drifts all the way down from the North Pole. Only one good thing about a blizzard — it's over in a hurry. You get to shelter or you freeze to death.
Pàgina 300 - Humph!" with a contemptuous look across the desert. "Where's your freight, your grain, cattle " "West-bound freight, coal, feed, seed-grain, work, and more neighbors." , "One-sided bargain. Road that hauls empties one way doesn't pay. No company would risk a line through here." The angles of Dan's jaw showed white. "Maybe. Ever get a chance to pay your debt to those Pilgrim pioneers? Ever take it? Think the stock was worth saving?" He lifted his whip-handle toward a pin-point of light across the...
Pàgina 300 - I was born here. It's my country." ' Ever read about your Pilgrim Fathers ? " ' Why, of course." ' Frontiersmen, same as us. You're living on what they did. We're getting this frontier ready for those who come after. Want our children to have a better chance than we had. Our reason's same as theirs. Hillas told you the truth. Country's all right if we had a railroad.
Pàgina 298 - He was traveling, had given his name as Smith, and was as inquisitive about the country as he was reticent about his business there. Dan plainly disapproved of him. They had driven the last cold miles in silence when the stage-driver turned to his neighbor. " Letter didn't say anything about coming out in the Spring to look over the country, did it ? " 1 Copyright, 1919, by The Pictorial Review Company.
Pàgina 309 - I didn't go right away but — I did — at last. I propped her up in bed and ran. If I hadn't' — her eyes were wide with the shadowy edge of horror — 'if I hadn't — you'd have been lost in the blizzard and — my baby would have died!
Pàgina 304 - Three blurs hugged the sod walls around to the northeast corner. The forward shadow reached upward to a swaying rope, lifted the hand of the second, who guided the third. "Hang on to my belt, too, Hillas. Ready — Smith? Got the rope?" They crawled forward, three barely visible figures, six, eight, ten steps. With a shriek the wind tore at them, beat the breath from their bodies, cut them with stinging needle-points, and threw them aside. Dan reached back to make sure of Hillas, who fumbled through...

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