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Clarence Young THE MOTOR BOYS OVERLAND

A Long Trip For Fun and Fortune

Fiction
English
45730 Words
Ages 18 and up
3
0

The Motor Boys were the heroes of a popular series of adventure books for boys at the turn [more]

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Clarence Young The Motor Boys

Chums Through Thick and Thin

Fiction
English
46642 Words
Ages 18 and up
2
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Dr. Jennifer Agard Brain Challenge Puzzles: A Fun Way to Learn Vocabulary – Grade 7 and 8 Part 1

Practice your vocabulary - HOME SCHOOL TOOL

Education
English
8227 Words
Ages 12 and up
172
0

Brain Challenge: A Fun Way to Learn Vocabulary offers a unique, educational approach to teaching vital skills to [more]

Keywords: worksheet, puzzle, grammar, sentence, practice, definition, abase, abate, abdicate, aberrant, abet, abeyance, abhor, abjure, abnegate, abrogate, abscond, abstruse, accede, accelerate, adroit, advocate, aggrandize, amalgamate, ambiguous, animus, antipathy, apathy, ardor, attain, attenuate, bewilder, baleful, balk, barricade, becalm, becloud, beget, beguile, benefactor, benevolent, benign, berate, betray, biased, blatant, blithe, bombastic, boor, breach, broach, burgeon, burnish, buttress, bursar, bypass, audacious, autocrat, aver, cessation, cajole, calumny, candid, cantankerous, capricious castigate, cataclysmic, censure, cerebral, challenge, chicanery, coalesce, cogent, colloquial, conflagration, congruity, conservatism, conserve, convivial, convoke, copious, corporeal, corroborate, countenance, craven, crude, culpable, belobor, bellicose, dearth, daunt, debacle, debase, decorum, decry, deft, delineate, deluge, demur, deprecate, depreciate, desiccate, detractor, diatribe, diffidence, disabuse, disavow, disparage, disparate, dispassionate, display, dissemble, distant, distend, dogged, dogmatic, doleful, drought, extant, ebullient, edict, efface, efficacy, emollient, emulate, endemic, endure, enervate, engender, enigma, enjoin, ensconce, ephemeral, equivocate, erudite, eschew, esoteric, espouse, eulogy, exacerbate, exculpate, exorbitant, explicit, expunge, expound, fathom, facetious, fallacious, fatuous, fawn, feckless, fecund, feign, felicitous, fervid, fetid, fetter, fictive, fidelity, figurative, flaw, flee, flippant, florid, flourish, foil, forbearance, forum, fracas, fractious, frenetic, furlough, furtive, futile, garrulous, gambol, gamely, gargantuan, garish, gauche, generalize, genial, glacier, glib, glossy, glower, glutton, goad, gourmand, gracious, grandiloquent, gratis, gratuity, gravity, gregarious, grievous, grovel, gruff, guile, guileless, gullible, gustatory, hapless, hackneyed, harangue, harass, harbinger, haughty, hazardous, heckler, hedonist, heed, heinous, hermetic, hesitant, heterogeneous, hiatus, hidebound, hierarchy, hindrance, hindsight, histrionics, hoary, hodgepodge, hoist, hubris, humane, hyperbole, hypocrisy, hypocrite, hypothesis, vocabulary, word [more][Less]

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Mary H Steenson, Zora M Steenson Bloodshed At the Buzza Greeting Card Company

Mystery & Crime
English
46561 Words
Ages 12 and up
82
0

Cracked and curled with age, it was almost impossible to identify the figures in the dark, glossy photograph. One of the young women in artist smocks and french berets had to be Zora. Taken at The Buzza Greeting Card Company, where she started working when she was seventeen, it was found among the lifetime of art work piled in her basement. We pressed the photo for weeks under a pile of heavy books, then scanned it, enlarged the image, repaired it as best we could. Amid the Buzza cards and images tacked on a velvet draped wall, the two figures at work on drawing boards became more distinct. The desperate story of that time and that place began to emerge. [more]

Keywords: mid-century art, women artists, female artists, Dakota prairie, 1920's, murder mystery, Buzza Greeting Cards, Minneapolis mystery

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Joseph A. Altsheler The Free Rangers (Illustrated)

History
English
91537 Words
Ages 10 and up
137
0

The wilderness rolled away to north and to south, and also it rolled away to east and to west, an unbroken sweep of dark, glossy green. Straight up stood the mighty trunks, but the leaves rippled and sang low when a gentle south wind breathed upon them. It was the forest as God made it, the magnificent valley of North America, upon whose edges the white man had just begun to nibble. A young man, stepping lightly, came into a little glade. He was white, but he brought with him no alien air. He was in full harmony with the primeval woods, a part of them, one in whose ears the soft song of the leaves was a familiar and loved tune. He was lean, but tall, and he walked with a wonderful swinging gait that betokened a frame wrought to the strength of steel by exercise, wind, weather, and life always in the open. Though his face was browned by sun and storm his hair was yellow and his eyes blue. He was dressed wholly in deerskin and he carried over his shoulder the long slender rifle of the border. At his belt swung hatchet and knife. [more]

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Henry Harford Fan Part 1

Fantasy
English
89970 Words
Ages 18 and up
2
0

A Misty Evening In Mid-October; A Top Room In One Of The Small Dingy Houses On The North Side Of Moon Street, Its Floor Partially Covered With Pieces Of Drugget Carpet Trodden Into Rags; For Furniture, An Iron Bed Placed Against The Wall, A Deal Cupboard Or Wardrobe, A Broken Iron Cot In A Corner, A Wooden Box And Three Or Four Chairs, And A Small Square Deal Table; On The Table One Candle In A Tin Candlestick Gave Light To The Two Occupants Of The Room. One Of These A Woman Sitting In A Listless Attitude Before The Grate, Fireless Now, Although The Evening Was Damp And Chilly. She Appeared Strong, But Just Now Was Almost Repulsive To Look At As She Sat There In Her Dirty Ill-Fitting Gown, With Her Feet Thrust Out Before Her, Showing Her Broken Muddy Boots. Her Features Were Regular, Even Handsome; That, However, Was Little In Her Favour When Set Against The Hard Red Colour Of Her Skin, Which Told Of Habitual Intemperance, And The Expression, Half Sullen And Half Reckless, Of Her Dark Eyes, As She Sat There Staring Into The Empty Grate. There Were No White Threads Yet In Her Thick Long Hair That Had Once Been Black And Glossy, Unkempt Now, Like Everything About Her, With A Dusky Dead Look In It. [more]

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Augusta J. Evans Beulah (Fiscle Part-Xii) Part 1

Drama
English
82523 Words
Ages 18 and up
2
1

A January Sun Had Passed The Zenith, And The Slanting Rays Flamed Over The Window Panes Of A Large Brick Building, Bearing On Its Front In Golden Letters The Inscription "Orphan Asylum." The Structure Was Commodious, And Surrounded By Wide Galleries, While The Situation Offered A Silent Tribute To The Discretion And Good Sense Of The Board Of Managers Who Selected The Suburbs Instead Of The More Densely Populated Portion Of The City. The Whitewashed Palings Inclosed, As A Front Yard Or Lawn, Rather More Than An Acre Of Ground, Sown In Grass And Studded With Trees, Among Which The Shelled Walks Meandered Gracefully. A Long Avenue Of Elms And Poplars Extended From The Gate To The Principal Entrance, And Imparted To The Asylum An Imposing And Venerable Aspect. There Was Very Little Shrubbery, But Here And There Orange Boughs Bent Beneath Their Load Of Golden Fruitage, While The Glossy Foliage, Stirred By The Wind, Trembled And Glistened In The Sunshine. Beyond The Inclosure Stretched The Common, Dotted With Occasional Clumps Of Pine And Leafless Oaks, Through Which Glimpses Of The City Might Be Had. Building And Grounds Wore A Quiet, Peaceful, Inviting Look, Singularly Appropriate For The Purpose Designated By The Inscription "Orphan Asylum," A Haven For The Desolate And Miserable. [more]

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Anne Beale Gladys, The Reaper (fiscle part-XII) Part 1

True Crime
English
91823 Words
Ages 18 and up
5
4

It Is An Evening In June, And The Skies That Have Been Weeping Of Late, Owing To Some Calamity Best Known To Themselves, Have Suddenly Dried Their Eyes, And Called Up A Smile To Enliven Their Gloomy Countenances. The Farmers, Who Have Been Shaking Their Heads At Sight Of The Unmown Grass, And Predicting A Bad Hay-Harvest, Are Beginning To Brighten Up With The Weather, And To Consult Upon The Propriety Of Mowing To-Morrow. The Barometer Is Gently Tapped By Many A Sturdy Hand, And The Result Is Favourable; So That There Are Good Prospects Of A Few Weeks' Sunshine To Atone For The Late Clouds. Sunshine: How Gracious It Is Just Now! Down Yonder In The West, That Ancient Of Days, The Sun Throws Around Him His Evening Glory, And Right Royally He Does It. The Rain-Covered Meadows Glow Beneath It, Like So Many Lakes--The River Looks Up Rejoicing, And The Distant Mountains Are Wrapped In Garments Dyed In The Old King's Own Regal Colours. The Woods Look As Smooth And Glossy As The Braided Locks Of Maidens Prepared For Conquests; And The Roads And Paths That Wind Here And There Amongst The Trees, Are As Gay As Little Streamlets In The Sun's Reflected Light. [more]

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Alastair Macleod The Amorous Jacket

and other stories

Romance
English
2815 Words
Ages 10 and up
341
2

"Each day as he delivered a subpoena, or a will, the jacket grabbed him as he sought the stairs. At last after a week he asked, to the whole front office, “Whose is the black jacket in the hall? There was a stunned silence, “The one at the end? Asked Maria. “Yes,” said Hugo. More silence. Then Estella, a small mousy girl nearest the radiator, spoke up. “The one with the Velcro? “Yes, “said Hugo. “That’s Noor’s.” “Is she here? Again the silence. “She’s off work at the moment,” said Maria. Hugo went out but as he turned to go up the stairs the Velcro caught him again. “Noor? He asked Enrique, the senior partner, at coffee time. “Very sad ,” he said enigmatically. “Beautiful girl though,” said Enrique. “Such hair, rich, glossy, and those lips.” Enrique was always ecstatic about women. “But what happened to her? Did she leave or what? Why is her jacket still hanging in the hall? “She,...she is still technically employed by us.” “What do you mean, maternity leave? “No,” said Enrique, “She is in hiding.” “Hiding? [more]

Keywords: love, forced marriage, mystery

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Henry Sydnor Harrison Queed (Fiscle Part-4)

Short Story
English
141241 Words
Ages 18 and up
2
0

_First Meeting Between A Citizen In Spectacles And The Great Pleasure-Dog Behemoth; Also Of Charles Gardiner West, A Personage At Thirty._ It Was Five Of A November Afternoon, Crisp And Sharp, And Already Running Into Dusk. Down The Street Came A Girl And A Dog, Rather A Small Girl And Quite A Behemothian Dog. If She Had Been A Shade Smaller, Or He A Shade More Behemothian, The Thing Would Have Approached A Parody On One's Settled Idea Of A Girl And A Dog. She Had Enough Height To Save That, But It Was The Narrowest Sort Of Squeak. The Dog Was Of The Breed Which Are Said To Come Trotting Into Alpine Monasteries Of A Winter's Night With Fat American Travelers In Their Mouths, Frozen Stiff. He Was Extremely Large For His Age, Whatever That Was. On The Other Hand, The Girl Was Small For Her Age, Which Was Twenty-Four Next Month; Not So Much Short, You Understand, For She Was Of A Reasonable Height, As Of A Dainty Slimness, A Certain Exquisite Reticence Of The Flesh. She Had Cares And Duties And Even Sober-Sided Responsibilities In This World, Beyond The Usual Run Of Girls. Yet Her Hat Was Decidedly Of The Mode That Year; Her Suit Was Smartly And Engagingly Cut; Her Furs Were Glossy And Black And Big. Her Face, It May Be Said Here As Well As Later, Had In Its Time Given Pleasure To The Male Sex, And Some Food For Critical Conversation To The Female. A Good Many Of The Young Men Whom She Met Along The Way This Afternoon Appeared Distinctly Pleased To Speak To Her. [more]

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