Excerpt from The Big Brother: A Story of Indian War In the quiet days of peace and security in which we live it is difficult to imagine such a time of excitement as that at which our story opens, in the summer of 1813. From the beginning of that year, the Creek Indians in Alabama and Mississippi had shown a decided disposition to become hostile. In addition to the usual incentives to war which always exist where the white settlements border closely upon Indian territory, there were several special causes operating to bring about a struggle at that time. About the Publisher...
Excerpt from The Big Brother: A Story of Indian War In the quiet days of peace and security in which we live it is difficult to imagine such a tim...
Excerpt from The Master of Warlock: A Virginia War Story The road was a winding, twisting track as it threaded its way through a stretch of old field pines. The land was nearly level at that point, and quite unobstructed, so that there was not the slightest reason that ordinary intelligence could discover for the roadway's devious wanderings. It might just as well have run straight through the pine lands. But in Virginia people were never in a hurry. They had all of leisure that well-settled and perfectly self-satisfied ways of life could bring to a people whose chief concern it was...
Excerpt from The Master of Warlock: A Virginia War Story The road was a winding, twisting track as it threaded its way through a stretch of old fi...
Excerpt from The Wreck of the Red Bird: A Story of the Carolina Coast
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Excerpt from The Wreck of the Red Bird: A Story of the Carolina Coast
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Excerpt from The Last of the Flatboats: A Story of the Mississippi and Its Interesting Family of Rivers Vevay, from which "The Last of the Flatboats" starts on its voyage down the Mississippi, is a beautiful little Indiana town on the Ohio River, about midway between Cincinnati and Louisville. The town and Switzerland County, of which it is the capital, were settled by a company of energetic and thrifty Swiss immigrants, about the year 1805. Their family names are still dominant in the town. I recall the following as familiar to me there in my boyhood: Grisard, Thiebaud, Le Clerc,...
Excerpt from The Last of the Flatboats: A Story of the Mississippi and Its Interesting Family of Rivers Vevay, from which "The Last of the Flatboa...
George Cary Eggleston (26 November 1839 - 14 April 1911) American author and brother of fellow author Edward Eggleston (1837-1902). Sons of Joseph Cary Eggleston and Mary Jane Craig. After the American Civil War he published a serialized account of his time as a Confederate soldier in The Atlantic Monthly. These serialized articles were later collected and expanded upon and published under the title "A Rebel's Recollections." He also served as an editor of Hearth and Home magazine in the early 1870s
George Cary Eggleston (26 November 1839 - 14 April 1911) American author and brother of fellow author Edward Eggleston (1837-1902). Sons of Joseph Car...
At any rate it is not because of personal interest in my own life that I am writing this book. I was perfectly sincere in wanting to call these chapters The Autobiography of an Unimportant Man, but on reflection I remembered Franklins wise saying that whenever he saw the phrase without vanity I may say, some peculiarly vain thing was sure to follow. I am seventy years old. My life has been one of unusually varied activity. It has covered half the period embraced in the republics existence. It has afforded me opportunity to see and share that development of physical, intellectual, and moral...
At any rate it is not because of personal interest in my own life that I am writing this book. I was perfectly sincere in wanting to call these chapte...
The road was a winding, twisting track as it threaded its way through a stretch of old field pines. The land was nearly level at that point, and quite unobstructed, so that there was not the slightest reason that ordinary intelligence could discover for the roadway's devious wanderings. It might just as well have run straight through the pine lands.
The road was a winding, twisting track as it threaded its way through a stretch of old field pines. The land was nearly level at that point, and quite...
